Wow, life sure is exciting when you're on the front line, welfare-advising, studying Christian Ethics and doing yoga in the evenings and getting thrown off buses.

So you understand why I haven't posted for ages. Yep. I've had bugger all to post.

I have, however, discovered Rakia, which is (apparently) a Macedonian spirit - purportedly grape brandy, but think Whiskey with a hint of "I-made-this-in-my-garden-shed" and you get the general gist. Good stuff, until you regain consciousness.

My dairy-free self is now climbing the walls, and every day that passes without a blinding headache makes my heart sink. In the grand scheme of things I appreciate that life is easier when you actually have possession of your sight and are not throwing up, but at the same time, I LIKE CHEESE!!! I'm positive cheese is an energizer. Or maybe it's just psychosomatic. But I'm tired at the moment (obviously this has nothing to do with Rakia and spending my days explaining the British Immigration system to people who don't speak English...) I might start drinking coffee again...or does that defeat the object?

My poor Camden has been wronged. Ever come across a book called "Crap Towns"? Well, can someone please explain to me how the strip of land that has spawned music stores where you can buy Sandinista for £4, branches of Belgos AND Porchetta within 100 yards of one another, and a shop dedicated entirely to the sale of large chairs made out of dead tree trunks possibly be deemed able to beat Bradford on the "crap towns" front? Bradford that voted in BNP Councillors and whose greatest assests are a second division football team and Museum of Film and Photography that is broken. And it was only just narrowly beaten by Luton! LUTON!!!!

I'm sure soaps are more exciting than they used to be. I haven't watched them in ages, then suddenly Zoe had burned down Home Farm and Les Battersby was suing Francis Rossi for assault. Bizarre.

I did however accomplish something this week: I gave a dinner party without burning anything. Or, better, killing anybody. I did manage to get my hand caught in an electric whisk, though. That hurt. Even after I'd found the off switch.

I'm getting old.