England tomorrow!!! My room is a horrible horrible den of harrowing hideousness and all my clothes are wet and lying sulkily on my radiator, refusing to dry. Looks like I will be raving in a crop top and Smart Black Trousers tomorrow.
Annie Mac on Saturday night, then Fuse on Sunday. Exciting times! But as always, England feels like a dream that I will wake up from, albeit a dream where they are cutting EMA and closing all the swimming pools in Manchester! Fucking Tories. Makes me want to stay in France forever... but then again, today the eight year old smacked me in the face with her coat because I said 'Good idea' and she said I say it too often. That sort of thing makes me want to NEVER COME BACK.