Neglectful blogger.

Hello blog, long time no... blog?

So the past week has been a little hectic. Isn't it crazy how tired you feel when you're ill? Add the flu from hell to a night at Astoria 2 and a weekend at Dorothy Perkins - that's how tired I am.

On Friday I was meant to be going into London to see Boys Like Girls and Cute Is What We Aim For with Kezz. However, she got called into work, so she posted me her ticket which I then gave to Jen. I always have the best time when I go to a gig with Jen; I don't drink, but hanging around Jen is probably the closest I get to feeling drunk - we honestly laugh that much.

We met on the train to Paddington and arrived at Astoria 2 in plenty of time to queue. Also bumped into my friend Jamie, who I met at a Head Automatica gig with Kezz last year (when I say met, I mean we ran through the streets together frantically trying to find a bus to get us back to our last train before 6am). We share such a similar taste in music that I've seen him at pretty much every gig I've been to since. He was wearing a party hat for his friend's 18th birthday which I stole later on in the night, shortly before Jamie got drunk and announced that he fancied me. Awkward!

Anyway, the gig itself was incredible. We The Kings played first - what a great band to open the show, especially since CIWWAF were so poor. Shaant forgot his words so many times it was untrue, although I did almost cry with happiness when they played 'Lyrical Lies'. Boys Like Girls, well, what can I say. I've seen them on every trip they've taken to the UK and they never cease to amaze me.

Getting up for work on Saturday morning was far from incredible, especially seeing as I'd stayed up for the remainder of Friday night texting. I always find it hard to sleep after gigs, partly from the adrenaline and partly from the ringing in my ears. I worked for four and a half hours before going home and collapsing on George whilst we watched my favourite contestant win Britain's Got Talent. Seriously, the kid was so good at dancing, and such a cutie.

As well as working a full day today, on top of my cumulative tiredness, I've also discovered that tomorrow I have a compulsory work meeting, for two and a half hours, about... get this... GOK WAN.

For those of you who haven't seen 'How To Look Good Naked', Gok Wan is a crazy gay Chinese man who analyses women's body shapes and dresses them in hideous clothing, which makes them look awful, but boosts their confidence so much that they feel compelled to stand in a shop window completely starkers. At Dorothy Perkins we just love Gok, so much that the managers at head office feel that we need to spend two and a half hours of our precious time learning all about him.

Personally, I do not care about Gok's theories whatsoever. I do not care what body shape I am or what body shape our customers are, and quite frankly, if a customer asks me if they should buy something, I am just going to turn around and say "yes" instead of telling them they are body type 5 of 7 and in fact, they should put that item back on the rail and walk away without opening a Dorothy Perkins account, which may potentially earn me more money.

Rant over, I'm going to bed.