Update overdue...

I have moved out of Bournemouth, into a flat in North London. It's been three months and I think I've been to ONE nightclub. Working flat-out to afford the rent and downtime is spent eating and sleeping. Is this what growing up is? Eurgh!
Still, it has its perks. We're building our own bar in our living room.

"I Buried Diana".

The Daily Star or the Daily Sport or whatever it is (I don't buy it, someone brought it into work today) was running an interview on the front page with one of the pallbearers at Princess Di's funeral. I'm ashamed to admit I read all of it, but only in the interests of confirming the English are a complete let-down, obviously. Apparently it's been ten years since she left us, but it feels like it's been front page news ever since my Mum sat my older brother (then aged 14) and me (about 11) down at the table and told us over breakfast that something very sad and terrible happened. We naturally presumed our hamster was dead and I don't mind admitting to the incredible relief I felt when it turned out that this wasn't the case. (I'm not a hater, but I will stick my sarcastic pin into every balloon the luvvies try and inflate because for God's sake, she was just -one- person and this is getting stupid).
So this year we've had a rock concert in memory of her (or was it to tell us all to wipe our feet and stop leaving carbon footprints everywhere?), we've had the Daily Mail reprinting practically their entire editions from That Week in 1997 (have all the staff writers gone on holiday?) and now we've got a memorial service, the central talking point of which has focused on whether Camilla should be there or not.
She pulled out. My hamster died in the end. Diana is gone and has been gone for TEN WHOLE YEARS! Can we concentrate on the people who are dying now please? Because it seems to be a whole lot more of them, and they're getting younger. Maybe if we weren't too busy being hysterical about something that happened a decade ago, before the kids who are getting stabbed to death now were even born, we could sort our country out? Maybe?
I am not proud to be British right now. Not at all.

Reet-o, the music is up and running now:

Nny!

Let me know what you think.

Student life is coming to a raging climax with the end of the course looming and heaps of work still to be done. I'm going to miss it. I've been making the most of being young and irresponsible by avoiding work, going to the pub, taking whatever drugs come my way and shagging the living daylights out of the Bloke. These are the days of our lives, etc.

I want weed, I want sex. Is knowing you don't have to wait long, somehow more frustrating?

Did my first ever outdoor gig this afternoon with Sudarshan. We were on a rickety old truck that felt like it was going to blow over at any minute, and lost ten minutes of our set due to various people faffing around and as usual the sound guy was, er, a 'special' kind of man. But despite all this, we played amazing, the crowd were really into it and my hair looked GREAT. Result.

So after nearly killing myself in the last entry, I figure I owe everyone who still checks this a bit of an update.

In short:
I got kicked out of the band for no good reason in November.
I went on a college trip to New York and had a bit of a nervous breakdown.
I came back and went into therapy and on anti-depressants.
Didn't leave my house for the remainder of Winter.
Went back to college and recorded an angry solo album about the whole thing. (It's done quite well.)
Played solo acoustic sets (also went well)
Started seeing one of my college mates in about February (currently asleep in my bed as I type)
Joined an amazing, kick-ass rock band who frankly make my old band look a bit like the Tweenies.

So yeah. Bit of a turnaround, eh? How's everyone else?

Lee dumped me.

Cunt.

I should probably update this, it has been fucking ages.

Right, so since we last spoke, we've done our first out of town gig in Southampton (which went well, we were considerably heavier than the rest of the bill though, but seemed to go over okay) and the three-day-festival that our band organised happened last weekend and it was incredible. I did a solo set that was apparently very good, although I remember nothing of it, having had to drink half a bottle of wine before being convinced to go onstage. I passed out two thirds of the way through the first day, but managed to regain consciousness in time for the headline band, the Mezzotints, who were fucking incredible. Why aren't they massive already? Saw about twenty-nine other fantastic bands, ended up onstage playing guitar completely unrehearsed with a couple of them, which was scary and random. But I mostly spent three days getting completely battered and meeting lots of new people and making new friends. The atmosphere in the band has been a lot sweeter since all that, we all grew closer amidst the stress and strain and it worked in our favour. I love those guys.

Things with Lee are going really well. He's actually living with me at my parents house, and has been for the last three weeks. Sadly he's moving into his new appartment in another week or so but I was pleasantly suprised that I can actually do the whole cohabiting thing. How grown up! He's promised me we'll get a kitten for the new appartment but I'm not too sure about whether it'd be all that happy living there. Still, the thought counts.

Meanwhile I've been busying myself with my new hobby, tropical fishkeeping. I've had the tank about three weeks and am trying to get the whole water cycle thing happening but it's not really been very successful so far. I'm looking forward to actually getting some fucking fish in there.

We've managed to get together enough cash to start recording an album, so that's going to be happening in the next couple of weeks, which is terrifying, frankly. And we've got a gig booked at Ruby's, the cabaret place, for September, so it should be a good excuse to glam up and wear something silly onstage. Always fun.

Eh. Nothing else fun has happened. Much.