In the meantime, there is a My Life Story gig tonight with my name on it. The last time I saw them I was in crippling agony from my slipped disc - I'm quite looking forward to being able to actually stand up for the whole gig this time.
But first, I have to make my way through my dad and his friend coming to 'mend' our heating. Those of you familiar with The Gasman Cometh may take from it a vague idea of what dad's friend's visits to 'mend' things are usually like.
By the way, I doubt anyone is frantically desperate to get me anything for Christmas, but if you are, I am a whore for Lush at the moment. I'd post a wishlist but that'd seem frankly unfair of me, since I've hardly been around the last few months and I don't entirely expect many of you to remember who I am, even. :)