Aye, this is me with my freshly bleached hair, mmmmm... I plan to dye it red sometime in the future, probably around Christmas time, as it seems festive. Er, yeah.

Nah, it's not a pond, that's the area in front of the Other Stage at Glastonbury this year. Yeahh... Heh, it was so much fun, you wouldn't believe. There was a massive thunderstorm at around 6 in the morning, everything was postponed, and we spent the next four days trudging through the thickets mud imaginable. Some days we were so pilled we just wanted to roll around in the stuff. Textures, you know.

L, M and Me. The dynamic trio. Most of my diary circulates around them so it's only right for people to be able to associate faces with names! Makes things easier. And more interesting. I'm just shallow, that's why I like photographs, but oh well!

On awakening, one must wrap oneself in a duvet, and, without washing or anything ridiculously hygienic (and therefore un-cottage-like) like that, one must don the Brian slippers and hence forth into the sunshine, to spark up. Mmm, tabs - you will think. Yes, yes you will. L (wearing very attractive bright green stripey top), M (hanging around our necks, practically passing out) and Me (avec le duvet and Brian slippers)