diary of a nobody

I cant believe it I finally managed to get a picture for my profile, and as with most things I now realise it was very easy to do...

Even though I was v v tired (after saturday and then working Sunday) I went to the sisters birthday meal. Me, mother, father the sister, and mr.Ferrari who had briefly become mr.Aston martin but didn't really like it so reverted back to the Ferrari.
It took place in Knutsford or should I say, in the land of the Cheshire "in crowd". I tried really hard to be chatty and pleasant, and I think I was. Mr Ferrari isn't that bad as it turns out, hes as mental as my sister but with more money. The food was good and the Pimm's was better. My father spent an hour rambling on about "mounting climbing" and "being a vegetarian", so nothing different there. I kept my eyes open and even laughed at the sister and Mr Ferrari's recount of there trip to "Blackpool" just to see what it was like. Which reminded me of how the Victorians used to go and see gory body dissections "just to see what it was like".The question is who is on which side of the bars looking out and who are the interested spectators?.............

Well it rained but that is what I have come to expect.

I did see some of the lowest forms of society (and that was just Lilly Allen).

I wined about the bar Q (finding it impossible to get pissed because it takes so long to get a drink)

I moaned about the lack of female performers and the endless stream of bands with boys in (not to be confused with boy bands).Eventully my freinds retorted with "no there aren't many 40 year old lesbians on are there" and it was suggested that a band called "scouting for girls" may suit!Well my scouting days are over for now. But it was all taken in good humour (which means me taking the piss back)

I got in a temper whilst shopping for my obligatory "festival hat" I settled on a military poor boy hat, which I wasn't entirely happy with.

I hate the fact that I thought it was a good idea to buy poppers as a nod to our youth, only to have an awful headache 3 seconds later.

Mika upset me by singing a eurythmics song (don't touch the holy grail Mika!!!)

I deplore sitting on a bloody car park for hours trying to get home, only to have to get up for work just a few short hours later.

Yet on the other hand....

I love jumping about in mud with my wellington boots on, like a two year old child.

I loved pointing out to everyone the irony of the fact that Lilly Allen made a speech about "oil companies" being bastards, whilst somehow travelling to Stafford to pass the message on! What did she do walk?

I loved the fact that I was still sober enough as darkness fell, to see the pantomimes that folk play out when they have spent the day drinking there contraband booze, as they wander bare foot in the piss and shite of the days events.

I just adore eating "super burritos" and "jerk pork with rice and pea!!" (no boring old "arse of cow burgers" for me)

I was very happy to have the chance to see Rodrigo y Gabriela who I have wanted to see for some time.

The bedouin sound clash were as great as ever

And Damian Rice was truly wonderful had Vivian Long with him (who is a jolly good cellist). I abandoned my freinds to watch him and I'm very glad I did. It was a moment that makes going to V worthwhile.And after saying all that I'd say I had a great if tiring day..