Men are like london buses. When you want one it is the hardest thing to track down in the world, and when you aren't too bothered, it's sunny outside and you want to save a bit of cash so you may as well walk, three come at once.
This is my social observation of the week. Horoscopes have regrettably become my best friends.
On the contrary to the headline it has been gloriously sunny here in the Capital this week. It is however highly unfortunate that on the hottest day of the year i am cooped up inside writing this blog and 'revising'. I call it 'revising' because it isn't really. It's just flicking through my notes aimlessly hoping something might stick. Here's hoping.
I am also particularly sad today because it is Darwen music festival, perhaps the greatest thing that has ever happened to Blackburn and Darwen since the 10 hour day. And i am stuck here in oh so sunny London. That doesn't quite sound right does it?
Anyway my books are calling me so i will return with more enlightening tales next time.
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