Hi again!
Sideshow Bob R.
It's me!
Just thought I'd update you on what I've been doing recently as I'm falling behind with this blog sometimes (only because I'm enjoying myself so much...that's not really an excuse...I can change, I swear).
This weekend I travelled down to sunny old Manchester - which was actually sunny for a whole twenty-four hours! - to see the fabulous ladybird-loving Hale.
After arriving at Piccadilly station around 3pm, we walked with Joanna (who's now in South Africa, I am not jealous at all.....(I lie)) and then went for a coffee and kicked ass on Fuse FM for slightly more than an hour, chatting, playing songs we'd picked, requests, interrupting sound effects and Game of Goats. For all the Game of Thrones fans reading (hello to oh so many of you, ha) and all..Taylor-Swift-Goat-Video fans, check this out. Every time I watch it I can't actually restrain myself from laughing out loud.
Unfortunately, Matt Edmondson had played it on BBCR1 that morning and the middle-aged Macbook Man next to me got to hear about a minute of me dying of hilarity. His. Day. Was. Made.
So if you'd like to be an absolute babe, you can of course listen to Maisie's show every Tuesday from 11am-12 noon. I know it's Easter right now but she makes the effort to get out of bed so so should you. Lazy sods.
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| probably what i looked like |
..says me who woke up on Saturday at half 2 in the afternoon
LET'S IGNORE THAT.^
After our little amateur DJ-ing sesh, we ate tea and then prepared for a night of madness out in Manchester. UTTER MADNESS.
The club we hit is called 42nd Street (Bootle Street, near Albert Square). Two of us had never been there before and I have to say it was a-w-e-s-o-m-e. Not typical club music at all - the bands played ranged from Arctic Monkeys to Muse to Vampire Weekend to the Vaccines to some crazy hip-hop thing that made everyone start attempting to break dance (by that hour, a few displays were quite..something). Think drunk Boris Johnson trying to pick up a moving dog while shaking his arms side to side.
Ashamed to say, Saturday morning was..well..not seen. Early afternoon felt like someone had just hit me in the head and stomach simultaneously with a frying pan. But by the night, we were alive to endure viewing 8 episodes of Adventure Time, my new love.
The last time I visited I felt quite strange. This time, it wasn't as bad but I still found myself walking past my old uni room and remembering what it looked like, both covered in my belongings and empty when I left (the saddest sight I've ever seen). I used the awesomely powerful shower and was impressed at the lack of leaking water everywhere which I remember used to be a key part of the bathroom. We watched About Time at the weekend.
And if I could travel back in time I would never go back to the day when I left uni.
There are probably quite a few days I wouldn't go back to.
Like the day I said to the vet that he had permission to put down my pet rabbit. Or the day I fell off my bike and split my lip open and sneezed blood all over the road round the corner from my house (you're welcome, readers and neighbours). I will probably now live forever with a line on my face but I guess it's the little things that set everyone apart, and I quite like that.
What days would you/would you not go back to?
Rhiannon x
p.s. I didn't get enough questions to fill a post so here's one answer (to "why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near"): just like you, they long to be close to me
great song
applause
the lyric doesn't work the other way round :/
p.s. I didn't get enough questions to fill a post so here's one answer (to "why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near"): just like you, they long to be close to me
great song
applause
the lyric doesn't work the other way round :/
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