Oh my gosh!
We got back from a very eventful benicassim slash Barcelona holidays, in one piece... well, just abouts.
Our story begins on Monday the 16th og July in ''year of our lord 2007...
We arrived in Barcelona really late because our flight was delayed by over two hours, thus we missed the train that I had booked for 7pm and spent a good couple of hours wandering around Sants station trying to get someone to stamp our ticket to say that we hadn't travelled so that we could try and get our money back from sleazyjet.
we then decided that we would have to get a coach, but the last coach left at 9.30 and at that time we were still queing for our tickets, so we had to settle for a coach at 8.30 the next morning, meaning we then either had to stay up all night or find somewhere to sleep.
As such we ended up in a 4* hotel just outside of the station forking out over E450 for 4 twin rooms between us. We went to a pizzaria for dinner all like zombies, then went to bed, got up and caught the bus early the next morning...
Eventually we arrived in Castellon and then Benicassim, and the campsite was already full so we had to pitch our tents and kids size gazebo in a small patch surrounded by rowdy and downright horrible racist bigotted idiot twathead scotsmen.
Then Ali got sunstroke, and then there was an impromtu rave in the campsite and then the boy bought earplugs and everything was dandy :D not very rock n roll but hey.
So yes then we had a few very late nights, saw some amazing bands and I am trying desperately to write everything up for gigwise at the moment as the other reviewer had all her stuff stolen and had to go home before the festival even began, which was rubbish. But good for me as I am now sole reviewer, but bad for me as it is a lot of writing and I have no time to do it in!!
Then we went off to Barcelona where myself and the boy were staying in a very brilliant and hip hotel next to the Agbar tower, however my brother got pick-pocketed on the metro and lost all his money and cards, and was going to Paris the next day!
So myself and the boy had to give him all our money, leaving us with no money and hving to beg from my mum! It was highly enjoyable!!
Still we had a good time and took lots of photos, a lot of which are on facebook, and i guess that is all i have to say for now...
Cheerio!
It's been a long time #2
But I came back to finish what I started.
Have been meaning to blog in ages and somehow haven't managed to find the time, not that my life is that exciting. What prompted me to blog was that I saw policemen with big guns in kings cross station this morning and it shook me up a little, need to reshuffle, take stock a little.
Its wierd but at 8am on a tuesday morning when you've merrily been sipping from your newly aquired trainspotters flask/mug of tea and thinking about nothing at all you can snap back into a horrible reality very quickly. I am a worrier and it's hard to get on the tube at times, but have to keep telling myself "I am not my dad" no, I am not my dad.
So I thought I would write, no purpose, no nothing, facebook has taken over my blog life now, immediate updates, now now now, pictures pictures pictures. No need for all this incesant incoherant babble. But I do like the babbling. Should eb an artform, like pottering.
So I got me a job, yes I did. Am now a Publishing Assistant, hence the being in Kings Cross at 8am with a thermos and hence the general London-on-edge-ness of this ramble. I am working for a contract publishing company and it is interesting in places.
Though someone asked me what a Publishing Assistant does the other day and I couldn't tell them... I do admin, research stuff on t'internet and sometimes I think of ideas for magazines and things and they aren't immediately rejected, or rejected politely at least. I send marketing letters, which I secretly dispise but understand that it has to be done. At least it's not cold calling. get in a whole half hour earlier than I need to and rarely have an hours lunch and nobody notices. I guess thats what a Publishing Assistant does.
Since working full time again time seems to have sped up and it is now less than 2 weeks untill benicassim! woo, have been waiting for it for so long!
I can't believe half of the year is over already, soon I will be 25 and soon it will be christmas. Everyone is doing their own things becoming teachers and designing webpages and seeing boyfriends and I have lost all of my weekends between home and Lincoln and the boys house (though he is home now, and with a 2:1 in his back pocket). I never seem to get any writing done anymore, though I did interview Black Rebel Motorcycle Club and Windmill, though the windmill interview is yet to materialise.
It is impossible to look back on the year and try to work out what you have been doing (thus making retrospective blogging incredibly boring for anyone who may stumble across it) temping really messes up my notions of time because no week is the same and you never know where you're going to be, what you're going to earn, if you be lumbered with 4 tons of filing or have nothing to do, but I don't think it has been an awful year. I think the rest of it will be better when I start earning money again and get things back to normal. I am looking forward to having Cath living closer and Becky back in London seeing some more friends who aren't the boy's friends.
I guess this is the end of my babble, I enjoyed it anyway.
Have been meaning to blog in ages and somehow haven't managed to find the time, not that my life is that exciting. What prompted me to blog was that I saw policemen with big guns in kings cross station this morning and it shook me up a little, need to reshuffle, take stock a little.
Its wierd but at 8am on a tuesday morning when you've merrily been sipping from your newly aquired trainspotters flask/mug of tea and thinking about nothing at all you can snap back into a horrible reality very quickly. I am a worrier and it's hard to get on the tube at times, but have to keep telling myself "I am not my dad" no, I am not my dad.
So I thought I would write, no purpose, no nothing, facebook has taken over my blog life now, immediate updates, now now now, pictures pictures pictures. No need for all this incesant incoherant babble. But I do like the babbling. Should eb an artform, like pottering.
So I got me a job, yes I did. Am now a Publishing Assistant, hence the being in Kings Cross at 8am with a thermos and hence the general London-on-edge-ness of this ramble. I am working for a contract publishing company and it is interesting in places.
Though someone asked me what a Publishing Assistant does the other day and I couldn't tell them... I do admin, research stuff on t'internet and sometimes I think of ideas for magazines and things and they aren't immediately rejected, or rejected politely at least. I send marketing letters, which I secretly dispise but understand that it has to be done. At least it's not cold calling. get in a whole half hour earlier than I need to and rarely have an hours lunch and nobody notices. I guess thats what a Publishing Assistant does.
Since working full time again time seems to have sped up and it is now less than 2 weeks untill benicassim! woo, have been waiting for it for so long!
I can't believe half of the year is over already, soon I will be 25 and soon it will be christmas. Everyone is doing their own things becoming teachers and designing webpages and seeing boyfriends and I have lost all of my weekends between home and Lincoln and the boys house (though he is home now, and with a 2:1 in his back pocket). I never seem to get any writing done anymore, though I did interview Black Rebel Motorcycle Club and Windmill, though the windmill interview is yet to materialise.
It is impossible to look back on the year and try to work out what you have been doing (thus making retrospective blogging incredibly boring for anyone who may stumble across it) temping really messes up my notions of time because no week is the same and you never know where you're going to be, what you're going to earn, if you be lumbered with 4 tons of filing or have nothing to do, but I don't think it has been an awful year. I think the rest of it will be better when I start earning money again and get things back to normal. I am looking forward to having Cath living closer and Becky back in London seeing some more friends who aren't the boy's friends.
I guess this is the end of my babble, I enjoyed it anyway.
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