Trying to write. I want to write a nice long story with lots of, y'know, actual plot and stuff. Can't think at the moment, though, so I'm going back and playing with past unfinished stuff. Can't get stuck into that, either. Just adding bits and editing. Perhaps I should concentrate. Can't concentrate. Argh. Perhaps it's because I'm still residually exhausted from this weekend. 

On Friday I went to see the Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band. The image of Ade Edmonson (from 'The Young Ones', 'Comic Strip Presents', and 'Bottom', amongst other things) in a parrot costume, crowd-surfing, will stay with me for a long, long time. As will the man playing a (theramin) leg with his behind. And the elderly man, eighty if he was a day, with long flowing white hair and orange dungarees, playing the spoons and prancing like a mad pixie... Indelibly burned into my brain.

On Saturday I went to my mum's and we made gluten-free diabetic Christmas puddings, which were... yucky... and mushroom and cashew nutroast, which was lovely. Both for Christmas, although the puddings aren't for me, thank goodness. I don't really eat Christmas pudding, anyhow. Nasty stuff. 

Sunday, I went to what is probably the biggest shopping mall in southern England, with a dear friend and my bf, and walked around, and around, and around... A 12-hour shopping trip, including travel time. I spent lots of money I don't have, but hopefully have bought all my Christmas presents, so it was worth it. Don't want to do any more Christmas shopping. Fed up of Christmas already, after this weekend. Also bought myself some pyjamas that say 'I understand - I just DON'T CARE.'  And drawing pins in the shape of ladybirds. And some clear pink plastic stars. And... oh, other stuff, I can't even remember. I feel... slightly jaded from all the rampant consumerism. But we also ate sushi, and talked lots, and had a laugh, so it was overall a Good Thing.

I was thinking of this poem recently, don't know why...