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I finally may (MAY!!) have bought a ticket for this year's Reading Festival. I say 'may' because after all the broken websites and at least three full purchase attempts with three different websites went horribly wrong at the eleventh hour, I've now got something even if it's just an email. So, all being well, me and young P. are going on an August bank holiday indie adventure. I am now completely bricking it, as all I know is that Reading makes T in the Park look posh, and I will be on my own with Emo Boy, who may look quite cool but is actually just a wee boy and may bottle out at any moment.

Seriously considering throwing money at the problem and securing Posh Camping - three days of losing our tent to the beerswilling drugged-out hordes may be too much.

Still! Kings of Leon, Arctic Monkeys, Fall Out Boy...heh. Every 17 year old boy's dream. *cough* It's funny that I should be going to rock festivals at this time in my life, but he's only likely to be up for this for about 1 more year. Also next year I would need to pay for his ticket.

In other news:

Am better, and have now discovered megaton of work delayed from last week's Mysterious Victorian Wasting Disease. Meh.

In 4 days' time, very old friend + daughter noe living in Chicago arrive for the weekend. House is a pit, and tomorrow the heating people are coming to put in pipes and boilers and suchlike.

We are (I am?) also secretly contemplating Grand House Plans, although these are likely to receive a slap in the face once we have a chat with the builder. Moar later.

Oh it's so nice to be BETTER!! *hugs the Internet*