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.

There is something about me that I really do not like.

I like desk photos. I won't have this desk for much longer. That mess happened on my floor a few months ago.

Anyway, I've been meaning to write here for a while but I haven't found the time. Although, I don't really have the time right now. I'm listening to the new Tori and MSP albums side by side and drinking a soya milkshake. I'm dying to spend an hour or two reading Alice Oswald and Anne Sexton, but I need to finish writing about three women and their poems.

I can't write anything worth reading.
Oh, but I realised the other day that I have an opinion. Hurrah.

I don't even think I can write about Tori here. I've felt something since Friday that I can't quite understand, but it feels amazing.

The new Manic Street Preachers album is definitely one of my favourite albums of all time. Thank you Mr Richey James Edwards.


Also, I got 10 choc ices for just over £1.

Tori Amos at the Savoy tomorrow will also be one of the best experiences of my life. I know it. I wish you were coming with me.