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…and other tales from up north.

I spent most of the end of last week steadily resenting the cricket fans who had invaded our neighbourhood – there were so many of them that both escalators in the tube station were used as up escalators leaving those of us who had jobs to go to to walk down the stairs in the middle, that’s after we’d been forced to wait outside the station for several minutes until ‘congestion had eased’, and I’d queued behind at least 5 people in the queue to get coffee from my favourite coffee shop (normally there’s 0-1) and they were all either middle-aged with the paunch to show for it, in wide ties, boater hats and carrying even wider cool boxes for their beer and picnic, or 30something city boys with their blackberrys clutched to their head yelling at their long suffering PAs who must have been looking forward to a day when their boss was out of the office.

Having spent at least two days resenting invaders I found myself guilty of the same crime, when Wise S and I headed up north for Radio 1’s Big Weekend in Preston ™…

Despite predictions the weather held, Preston turned out to be quite a nice town, we ate delicious crepes with apple and cinnamon and generally thought about nothing more taxing than the sudden ubiqutousness of ‘funky wellies’ and how close we could get to the front of the stage. The Fratellis were somewhat spoiled by the men in front of us doing coke. Razorlight were sadly underwhelming. Kasabian, to steal a phrase, rocked. But it was left to the Scissor Sisters to steal the show, climb the scaffolding, show us their pants, dance like lunatics and generally restore a girl’s sense of the fabulous.

Discovering: Wellie envy (who knew!)
Failing to make plans: for the bank holiday weekend
Listening to: I would fix you, Kenickie

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