A Maximum High
As always, I hate to go a month without an update to the blog – can’t let Christmas get in the way of that!
Things have been steadily busy since the start of December. We had our work do, where unfortunately I let my ‘dancing skills’ become known to everyone I work with. I blame the cocktails. We had a departmental Christmas meal too, which once again featured an alarming amount of alcohol. I like a good time as much as anyone else but I’m all too aware that I’ve been drinking an awful lot more since moving to London. It’s something, along with my overeating and smoking, that I am determined to rectify in the New Year.
The Christmas parties were fun though, as was seeing Shed Seven at Shepherds Bush Empire last weekend. As me and my mate commented on, £22 to see a fantastic gig compared to £27 to watch Forest play badly. A no brainer! The Sheds played all the hits, starting with Parallel Lines and ending with Chasing Rainbows, to top it off Chris Helme – of Seahorses fame – was the support act and played three Seahorses tunes. A great night. 
My sister Megan got married yesterday. I am so happy for her, happy that she’s already found someone she wants to spend the rest of her life with, happy that Adam is a genuinely nice guy and someone I have no problem welcoming into the family and finally happy that she’s progressing onto bigger and better things in life, leaving the shackles of Radcliffe on Trent behind. It made me immensely proud and happy to see them marry, and as the ‘official photographer’, I was standing near the front so got as good a view as any on proceedings. And having the camera by my face thankfully disguised the fact that I was crying! I’m just a big girl really…
I’m glad to be in Nottingham over Christmas and New Year. I need the break from the stresses of home life, and in the new year the search for a new place to live starts in earnest. Until then, it’s a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all the sad bastards who actually read my blog – you know who you are! 
