I have just spilt...

I have just spilt yoghurt all down my shirt. How uncouth.

There has to...

There has to be a limit to the number of times I can stagger in for 9am and work straight through til 7pm, knackered out of my wits, doesn't there?

I am...

I am now party to the recycling facilities in every single one of the 22 unitary authorities in Wales.Aren't I the lucky one!I bet everyone out there is really envious of me.Seriously though, despite having spent all day trying to cut through the bureaucracy of council telephone systems, I actually feel very accomplished. I bet that's the first time anyone's actually done a round up of all the different councils. I have shown INITIATIVE which is what they're always banging on about at work, so I feel pleased.Hard work though, but recycling officers seem to be nicer people to talk to than press officers. Funny that.

I am su...

I am such an evil woman. I don't know quite how it happened, but I've found myself running an office book...on whether the office fundamentalist christian will finally lose her virginity to her boyfriend over her two week holiday abroad.I feel soooooooo mean. But she's not exactly quiet or subtle about it, and really has set her sexlife up as a topic of conversation.And we aren't going to keep the money - when she gets back and reveals all (because she will - she's that open about it), the person who picked the nearest date will take the money and buy cakes at the bakers for everyone.But I still feel like I'm being evil.

Hmmmmmm...

Hmmmmmm. Strange lunchtime for moods. Spent part of it giggling my head off at a column a mate of mine has written (he's a real find - wish I could write like that sometimes), feeling really sad because a friend's dad has been hospitalised and he's obviously really down about it (anyone out there with the means, light a candle and send a few positive thoughts his way this evening), and then spent the rest of the time emailing my friend's herbalist in the hope that she might be able to treat me. "Diagnose-your-own-dermatology" just isn't cutting it anymore, and I'm blowed if I'm going to either wait over a year to see a specialist or pay 80 quid plus to go private. So it's time to hit the buggers with the hard stuff - complimentary medicine!It'll probably do my whole wellbeing good in the long run, but I'm terrified I'm going to be told to give up alcohol, cheese and/or bread. Screw that for a game of soldiers! But on the plus side if I go there's probably more chance that I'll get Nick through the door too.

Been loo...

Been looking for listings for the green book we're putting together.Never quite realised just how many vegetarian and organic guesthouses there are out there.Now, if I can just persuade Nick...

*yawn*

Well, the gigs are over.I'd love to say that they both went alright, but the truth is only one of them did.Don't get me wrong, Saturday was a great day, apart from the rain, and it was a great venue and everything, and we all had a lovely time. We just got on stage and...something didn't click. Louis blames his guitar, which cut out for about half of the first track, and meant that we all spent the first track worrying when we should have been relaxing with the audience. The result was that no-one spoke practically at all, and we didn't bounce or involve the audience. Technically we played very well - but it wasn't enough. We couldn't win over the audience, and I'm not used to doing that. Everyone we talked to said they enjoyed it though - and despite that being what everyone says when you get off stage - it's a good sign. The rest of the bands weren't all that folkie after us, so I suspect the type of audience had something to do with it. Tim Van Eyken - can I just say "yum!" (I will always tend to go for the tall and skinny ones) - was phenomenal, and the Rags were brillant too - all flashing lights and power chords. I just couldn't cope though - all the music was great, but I couldn't stay in the hall. All I wanted to do was curl up in a corner and go to sleep, but there just wasn't the opportunity. And the exhaustion was doing funny things to me - I was wandering around acting drunk when I wasn't, and I'm sure I had various confusing conversations with people, and I can't remember what I said at all. Odd experience.Then yesterday it was amazing. We got on stage, and it was suddenly alright again. We got into the "inntinn zone" where we're able to charm audiences and bounce off each other. And it worked. We impressed an awful lot of people, and networked with even more. Felt loads better. Wish we could have stayed longer too but with the workload the way it is at the moment I couldn't afford to really.There is very much a sense of being "on show" at these things, and as the local journalist I need to talk to the right people and be seen at just about everything that's on. And while that's fun, I'm just not firing on all cylinders at the moment and can't possibly live up to everyones expectations, let alone my own.