"The countryside is dying. Some say it's already dead. And the huntsman has a boner as the dogs pull it to shreds..."*

Is it possible for a 28 year old girl, sorry, woman, to go through the menopause? I truly feel like I am. About three times a day I get really hot and flushed and sweat for a bit and then I calm down. Its totally fucking weird. Evan thinks its to do with my bobble hat but I'm less convinced. Maybe I'm just very changeable.

I had a great weekend the one just gone. Me and Evan stayed in on Friday night and cooked prawns. We've become, I'd say slightly worryingly, obsessed with prawns of late. I've never really thought about it until right now but that's a bit fucking weird isn't it? So yeah...prawns were ate, beer was drunk, and sleep was had...lovely. Saturday was a frustrating day of waiting around for things that didn't actually materialise - but thats just the way it goes sometimes. But then we eventually got hold of what we wanted and headed out to my friend's wedding party. This was the fourth wedding celebration we've been to this year - but this was ace as it was literally a house party. They fucked off to Vegas to get married and then came back to tell everyone - amazing. They had a Barcardi bar which was evil as the Devil himself...I made full use of that, sampling all the different cocktails and announcing to the world that I'm "not the sharpest tool in the box." Not too sure why this was as amusing as many people found it as I do honestly believe it. Evan maintains I'm not thick but that sometimes I can be a numpty. This I do have to confess too. Well anyway, after numourous cocktails I vomited in my friend's sink and then sat quietly in the corner as the world blurred in front of me.
Sunday was quite an ordeal - getting up to go to Jenny's for Sunday lunch. Once we were there it was fine but poor Evan really struggled...if not mostly because these two kids on the bus insisted on singing "fiiiiiiiiivvvvvve gooold rings!" incorrectly and repetatively. One day Evan will laugh at it...
Anyway - Jenny served us a pork roast with the best crackling EVER and then we popped to Kentish Town to see Frank play at the Bull And Gate. He was excellent. Paul was exceedingly pissed and funny with it. Him and his lovely girlfriend Soph have bought me a brown t-shirt with "bowl-a-thon" written on it. Its the best T-Shirt EVER!!!!!
Thats about it. I'm now starting to sweat again. I haven't moved an inch and yet all of a sudden I'm flushed!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! Is this the beginning of the end? Will my already fledgling moustache turn into a full on Magnum PI within a year?
I'd rather suck the toes of a fat man than have a moustache...dammit.

* this lyric is from the song The Huntsman Comes A Marchin' by Chris TT and was covered by Frank last night. The next line is:
Then he wipes the blood on his daughter's face, and drags her back to bed.

Nice.