Got to work at 8am. Working through my lunch hour and leaving at 3pm. Go home, collect Edward and head back into town for the train to Blackpool. Darren is in Leeds buying me posh knickers from Harvey Nicks and he will meet us at the seaside tomorrow. Saturday is Morrissey in Manchester, hurrah! New album is great, back on form and helps to erase terrible memory of Southpaw and Maladjusted. Other albums cooking my cookies this week are Keane and Zutons.
Did you hear that the Blackpool Tourist Board are trying to replace the prom deckchairs with sun-loungers and continental style tables and chairs? Bloody cheek!
*paints "KEEP BLACKPOOL BRITISH" on old "NO WAR IN IRAQ" placard*

Here's a joke that cheered me up this morning:

A train hits a busload of Essex Schoolgirls and they all perish. They are all in heaven trying to enter the pearly gates. St Peter asks the first girl (from Southend), "Karen, have you ever had any contact with a mans thing?" She giggles and shyly replies, "Well I once touched the head of one with the tip of my finger" St. Peter says, "OK, dip the tip of your finger in The Holy Water andpass through the gate."
St. Peter asks the next girl (from Chelmsford) the same question, "Joanne have you ever had any contact with a mans thing?" The girl is a little reluctant but replies "Well once I fondled and stroked one." St. Peter says "OK, dip your whole hand in The Holy Water and pass through the gate."
All of a sudden there is a lot of commotion in the line of girls, and the girl from Romford is pushing her way to the front of the line. When she reaches the front of the line St. Peter says "Tracy! What seems to be the rush?" The girl replies, "If I'm going to have to gargle that Holy water. I want to do it before Lorraine sticks her arse in it!!"