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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

In keeping with our current successful trend of only seeing a couple of shows a day, today we reached a new height by NOT SEEING ANY AT ALL for no particular reason other than we haven't booked any tickets and couldn't face leaving the flat or buying tickets or seeing shows, and quite frankly if breathing wasn't automatic we'd've probably stopped that too.

But instead of going out and having fun, we decided to invite fun around for a late lunch. Unfortunately, fun was having the day off today, so we had the (schoolgirl's favourites) niCe mUm boys around instead. Susan cooked up a veritable storm in the kitchen, while I ran around the flat in a panic, shoving things in to cupboards and corners in an attempt to make it look like she was domesticated. For those of you not keeping up, I am on a promise to be married to the Dave one from the niCe mUms, and I didn't want to ruin my chances at this late stage, seeing as how I'm not getting any younger, and someone yesterday told me I looked "around 25" which made me cry for an hour or so.

Fortunately, the boys were fooled, and Susan's chefing triumphed, and it was a very successful foray in to Comedy Lounge entertaining. We also ate fresh food for the first time in 2 weeks. The world is looking up once more.

I'm enjoying this new approach to festival fun - five days on, two days off. I think that's an approach that works much better than trying to run ourselves in to the ground all day every day until we cry or fall over or fall over and cry. We've also stocked up on some DVD action, which means we've spent every night when we come home - around 4.30am - watching Filthy Rich and Catflap which is honestly funnier than I ever imagined it would be. From Tuesday night, it'll be The Goodies.

I'm very tired.

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