After today (hopefully) I won't have to worry about Tori Amos tickets because I will have bought all the ones I need. I am one gig away from being relieved; if only they would go on sale somewhere in the awful world of the internet.

Anyway, at work last night I listened to the Manic Street Preachers live from London. On the phone. As it happened. It gave me butterflies because James Dean Bradfield sounded so bloody good. Apparently they had strings on some of the songs, which I can only imagine would sound wonderful. The quality down the phone was dreadful and it took a little while to make out each song, but I really really enjoyed hearing it. It was happening, just like I was happening. I was standing outside in the B&Q car park watching the water and the sky get darker.

So now I've finished university and I have nothing to do for the summer. I couldn't be happier even though I'm looking forward to starting my MA. It will be nice to have time to think, read and write the things I want to think, read and write.