It's been too long internet, but I've satisfied both my lazy summer needs by snoozy evenings mouthing the lyrics to "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" and eating chicken satay - don't even get me started on The Hunchback of Notre Dame's actual deep message and plot. Maybe, my sxc asses, you'll get a whole post dedicated it, and you'll see my grossly late obsession with Disney.
But can I clarify before you assume I've been getting sofa sores because I'm a boring vegetable, I have been both holidaying and working. Worked at V Festival and at Radio One Hackney, with my much loved, although rather unorthodox, events company. Meeting my managers ballsack before his face was "interesting" (he was drunk and running round the campsite, I didn't come across it by being a blind slut) but I guess all part of life's rich tapestry?
Stayed once again in my parents Exmoor house, which is the dregs of country life. I have the sad story of innocently wanting a shower when both ran out of water and I ended up in a foetal position in a two inch luke-warm bath, due to it also running out of water. To give the house a setting, it's located down a steep hill that gets treacherous in icy conditions and is a nice brisk 25 minute walk to get up and down. We have 2 neighbours before miles and mile till civilisation. It'll probably be a good resort to retreat back to after my likely mid life crisis haha.
Another marker to my holiday is my family reunion. It is made up of my granny (whom I never actually met) Ms Audrey Vince, and her two sisters June and Judith's families. This made a good 60 of us even with many unable attend! My mum's desperate attempts for me to get "a lovely strong boyfriend" still rage on as she nudged me whenever any boy between the age of about 10 and 30 saying "well he's a bit of alright, isn't he Jess?" and I had to continuously remind her that the fact they are at this event must be because we are related which would be both incest and frowned upon. Some really interesting family history about The Great War and the mind-aching chance, my great-grandfather life (and every blood relative's there) depended on, a bullet taken by a conveniently placed diary and gas mask.
Anyway I trust you all have had an amazing and filled holiday, and you'll here from me soon.
