I am going to have a good, pretentious-as-fuck Hallowe'en at the V&A, and a good, fun, enjoyable party on Saturday with a lot of gorgeous people who don't need to be goth to be attractive. In the meantime I am going to have a good night tonight, and wow everyone at the course tomorrow.
I am not terrified that something terrible is going to happen at Whitby.
Oh, ok, I am.
The honest truth? No, I'm not wishing I were going there.
I'm wishing nobody was. I'm frightened. For no reason I can actually get hold of.
Oh well. I'm sure it'll be fine. And if it's not, at least I won't have been up there being blown to bits, so I'll be sorted enough to pick up any pieces.