June.

Having had a chat with Saucy McT earlier this evening I suddenly realised that is was that super special time of year, having obviously not noticed before that June has rolled around again. This may not be significant to some, but this time last year was the arrival of all the joyous plan's our collective had made for our last month together at uni. This list was about 5 miles long, and we didn't do much of it (sunbathing on top of Pendle Bar taking massive priority).

This has made me think, randomly, about all the half baked plans that I've had through the years, and how I'd rather like to do them. Also, I'll never have another June like those Junes of Uni, which is a shame, but the direction that my life is slowly starting to take does not make this a thing of regret, but more create a soft feeling of Nostalgia. With a capital N, obviously.

I will always be grateful however, for those little traditions my crew (not just the Uni ones, but Homeboys too) and I keep going, Eurovision Parties, Monday Night Specials, Roses, Showgirls Quotes and Fashion Faux Pas.

I suppose after the events of this weekend, and reflecting on other events that are reaching their one year anniversaries, I just need to tell the my world how much I love it, and that I wouldn't change it for well, the world.

L

P.S. How pissed off was that dancing guy on BGT? SOUR GRAPES MUCH?!