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Ah, greetings dear readers! I hope you've all been well and been enjoying the sunshine (grr, argh), World Cup (zzz) and/or Big Brother (zzz zzz)? A proper post about my jaunt behind the Iron Curtain is coming soon but my attendance in the Golden Circle at Take That's triumphant return is casting its shadow upon my weekend. Myself and Lindsey have a rather strict itinerary of drinking, dancing, Take That worshipping and muffin-stealing to adhere to. Not only I am going to be treated to Barlow, Donald, Orange and Owen in the flesh but also the new & improved Sugababes v3.0 (I cannot tell you how excited I will be if they wheel out their cover of I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor..!) Not only that but Lulu will be making an appearance - I will be keeping a beady eye on the alledged Jason/Lulu frisson but I'm not convinced. (Then again, I have been formulating a theory that perhaps sex with Lulu turned him off women. Making the beast with two backs with that flamed-haired foghorn would be enough to put you off sex for life I would think.)

Anyway, since I got back on Thursday afternoon, all I seem to have done is eat large quantities of camembert and nectarines and sleep. I'm still in backpacking mode, our food du choix consisted mainly of Special K, camembert or brie, Swedish Krisprolls, nectarines, bananas and chocolate. So after a nourishing meal of brie, avacado and bread (having learnt from past experience, I never touch plane food, even innocuous looking sandwiches which inevitably look and taste like reheated plastic), I collapsed gratefully into my own bed (blissful space! No more cramping myself into a teeny tiny single bed! No more sharing full stop!!) I found myself sleeping through from 3pm until 11pm (at which point I woke up and had more brie) and then fell fast asleep until 12pm today. I did awake with vague thoughts of productivity (changing my money, printing photos, a quick trip to H&M and Primark perchance?) but I opted for the far more tempting option of bed, Internet and my Angel DVD box set. Oh and more cheese. I was also overjoyed to discover whilst rifling through my Duty Free carrier bag that I had a box of macaroons from a Viennese patisserie:



Unfortunately not a patch on the coveted Laduree macaroons but they did fill the macaroon-shaped hole in my life.

I finally managed to trawl through my email today (sadly most of it junk. Le sigh) and whilst reading my daily gossip fix from Glamour magazine I notice that Russell Brand was Kate Moss's beau at some point? Eww - I feel all grimy having a crush on someone that La Moss has dated.

Anyway, dear readers, I must take my leave of you as I have to finish my packing (a suitcase - luxury!! I can now haul my customary 1kg of cosmetics with me. And extra pants too!! God knows how I coped with backpacking, I'm really not cut out for roughing it) and sleep in preparation for getting lost on the way to Northampton. I have entrusted Lindsey with the navigation but am quietly apprehensive as The AA never map out the best route and I have absolutely no spatial awareness whatsoever, so I'm useless with a map. Even when I do turn it around. I leave you with a Viennese bike sign from outside the Sigmund Freud museum:



I know, I'm such a child. Bwahaha!