Just when I thought I was lost

Oh, I know I haven't posted here for a while. Partly because I've been one of those VERY BUSY people that I used to admire but now only wonder why they don't want to sit in front of the telly or in the pub every night as I want to do; partly because everything I had to write about kind of got covered everywhere else (I'm so second class post), and partly because most of what's been going on in my silly little head was too personal for you internets to read. Keep your nebby out.

I am happy to report that I now have some time (remember that?) to sit down and write a blog post. Sadly though some of my favourite readers have given up on me and buggered off to read about someone else's far more interesting life, so I'm back talking to nobody again. So I could say anything really. YOU ALL SMELL OF POO.

Well okay, only some of you.

Indietracks has kept me well busy and admittedly it has driven me a bit mad. Having next year off to just enjoy the thing is looking like an increasingly attractive option. I keep myself going by thinking of the reasons why we do it - the bands, the happy faces, steam trains running past bright blue skies, and the ale and the drunken antics and the dancing and the things that go wrong which turn into 'part of the atmosphere'. The fact that someone chose it as their wedding venue this year brings a little tear to my eye (and makes my eyeliner run). The whole thing is a brilliant brilliant pain in the arse that I can't seem to give up. See you next year.

Pocketbooks have been learning and rehearsing brand new songs and started playing gigs again after a six month break. This has taken up a fair bit of time and now we have several more gigs to look forward to - Nottingham, Leicester, Berlin, probably some others that I have forgotten about but need to book train tickets for. Also, I am going on tour with The Sunny Street next week in Sweden! Ah Sweden, finally we meet again. Meatballs, salty liquorice, hot dogs, Plopp bars, and maybe some non-food related fun too. I'm been crazy dying to go to Scandinavia this summer ever since we didn't get to Copenhagen Popfest (I'm looking at YOU, Eyjafjallajokull).

Also, dare I say it but I'm genuinely happy at the moment, which is something I've not really felt for a while. And probably why I haven't written for ages - there's nothing much to moan about when you're feeling this contented. I'd been winding myself up good and proper the last few months, but when I finally opened my mouth and talked about it all, I was surprised to find that only good stuff came back. Lovely, wonderful, exciting stuff that makes my stomach do that thing that happens when the bus goes over an unexpected hump in the road. You know the one. I'll shut up now.

Come back people, I miss you.