Still OUCH

My left kidney is STILL hurting. It's coming in waves now, aches for a while, then passes, then again with the stabbing aching pain.

I'm starting to get a bit worried by it, to be honest. It's not the intensity of pain I got when I had the stones and then the infection, but it's actually getting to me now :(

Will drink plenty of water and detoxing gren tea, cut out the dairy and see if that helps....

OUCH

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, my kidney is aching again :(

Ouch, ouch, ouch :(

I think a proper detox is in order really.

Dreaming Extreme

Listen up you lovely bloggers!

If you are near a TV set tonight at around 6.30, please tune in to BBC2 to watch MY FRIEND Francesca, the over-excitable one who lured me into that photography lark, on "Extreme Dreams", and tomorrow, thurs and friday too!

Go on, it will be ace. Plus, you might even get to see the building that I work in with her too.

Oh, and she's got a blog, here on 20six

Best Festival Ever!

Bestival

So, I'm just back from my very first Bestival. It was FANTASTIC.

Yes, it rained, yes, there was mud, and yes, it got cold, but we totally expected it so we were prepared and ready for anything. This meant that in actual fact, a really good time was had by all, which bordered on the incredible :)

I won't go into all the details and the ins and outs of getting there, setting up camp and all that jazz, but I'll give you the edited highlights!

The festival was the best I have ever been to. The music was diverse, the set-up well thought-through, the grounds well-prepared for the downpours and the festival goers were the nicest I've met in a long time. The food was pretty standard festival fare, but not too extortionate. My top 10 Bestival moments were:

1) Being at the barrier for Gary Numan!
2) running through the mud in my green wedding dress
3) doing the Extreme Line Dance lessons with Phil at 2am on Saturday morning in the Come Dancing tent
4) The posh loos and the fact that they cleaned the toilets out properly every day!
5) The X-Box social tent - hurrah for playing Trivial Pursuit with a hangover in the morning
6) watching a man dressed as a clam dance the Waltz
7) all of the fantastic fancy dress outfits in the Saturday Parade - the family of Prawns and the Titanic were my favourites
8) the Gordon's Gin Sanctuary
9) free underwear and condoms being given away
10) Bestivalley, with all the glorious flags and hot coffee and crepes - and CLEAN GRASS TO SIT ON!

Definitely going back next year, regardless of who is playing because it was totally magical and surreal and drunken fun all rolled into one.

Turn Back The Clock....

Well.

Maybe it's the fact that it is September, and like I mentioned in an earlier post, I feel a sense of longing nostalgia, but I really, really feel like a teenager again.

It's almost impossible to explain, I think, but the overpowering, all-encompassing feelings of exagerated emotion are taking over, on and off, throughout the day. Not that this is necessarily a bad thing; it's not the angsty dispair I felt all too often, it's more an intoxicating, heady, dangerous and lusty joie de vivre. Very much akin to the excitement that comes with kissing the boy you've admired for such a long time, in the rain in the summertime, like a scene stolen from a romantic film and magnifed a thousand times over. At least, that's sort of how it feels. I think it still falls short somewhere

I really have no idea where this is coming from, how long it will last, or indeed, if I'm even ok with it - it is making life very difficult to concentrate on. It has happened to me before, more than once, but as it happened to coincide with me falling out of love and lust with the current boy of the day and chasing after someone new, I just put it down to that - cold feet and a very warm heart.

But that's not it at all this time. I'm deeply in love with Phil. Everything about him completes me and I've never felt this amazing with anyone. It's more than surface euphoria and lust, I really, completely and utterly adore him.

Yet somehow, the lyrics from emo songs resonate within my heart (My Chemical Romance? Wtf?), and the words off the page from the novel I can't put down yet again feel like they are fitting into places I didn't even know were empty, in my head.

Goodness me.

I think I might need to go and lie down for a minute.

Is it winter already?

Is it?

It's really COLD and wet outside. The light is so bad because the sky is so full of ominous black clouds.

The forecast for the week and the coming weekend is showers, heavy showers and more showers.

And I'm meant to be camping as of Friday?

Oh dear :(

The Court Case - Part 2: The Verdict

Some of you will remember that on July 28th this year I went along to the Court in Southampton to support my brother and his friend Chris in the trial against the young men who attacked them last year. The full account of the day is here so please go and read there at your leisure. I'll wait for you.

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OK? Good.


Well, they were due to be sentenced today.

My brother just called - the sentence has been passed:

The main offender, who caused the major injuries to Jake's face, got 12 months custodial sentence for the GBH on Jake, 6 months for lasting effects - 18 months in total, effective from today.

The two others, the twins got 180 hours Community Service each for ABH overall plus 180 hours Community Service specifically for ABH on Jake, electronic tag for 3 months, plus curfew of 7pm for the duration of the tag.

Fucking ace :D

Back to School

It is September 1st today, and I have an overwhelming urge to go and buy new school shoes and a lovely shiny pencil case, full of new pens and ink cartridges, pencils, shapener, compass and all the other things which an eager student might need.

*sigh*

Oh, the nostalgia.