So. you. want. me. to. yourself.

We won’t go to Paris. This isn’t a blog, just a Friday feeling. Also I love this

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zMjmxF58wFc The colours are like primary school paint and playdo.

Glastonbury is just over 4 months away now and I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT. 

Things I am pissmyselfexcitedabout: first luke-warm whateverwasonoffer beer, Wednesday night in Jazz World when everyone gets bare hilar drunk after too much delerious glasto-induced excitement and 1 BLOODY AMAZING BROTHER’S PEAR CIDER, silent disco and poppers yesssssss, mexican woooooooooooop, THOSE pies, seeing people in horse’s heads and getting scared cos its 6am and you can’t find your tent and people are washing themselves in their own urine but because you’re so dirty somehow it doesn’t seem so bad, calling it a night but then decide to spend the next 3 hours at a chip van playing OMG THIS IS MY FAVOURITE SONG EVERRRR, tent times, taking it too far on the Thursday night, feeling absolutely horren on the Friday morning but decide you can’t go home so have a gin and tonic in a children’s beaker anyway. RAIN.

Dear Michael Eavis, if you are reading this, please can I have

Daft Punk, Mystery Jets, The Cribs, The Drums, Animal Collective, Telepathe, These New Puritans, MSTRKRFT, Simian Mobile Disco. GREAT THANKS.

Especially on a Monday. I look like Salad Fingers.

I have decided I am going to stop talking about writing childrens books and actually write childrens books. Actually just one book for now. I want to be Enid Blyton. How hard can it be?

These are the stories I like:

Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, The Magic Faraway Tree, Alice in Wonderland, and the stories my grandma used to tell me when I was young (although I’m sure she stole them from Enid).