Lovesac, Baby Lovesac!

My hiatus is over folks! Until the next one, expect regular wit, charm and lengthy ramblings from the flotsam in my brain.

In the time gone many intersting and amusing things have happened, most of which have vacated the the well filed and ordered part of my brain, but as and when the numbskulls trip over them,I'll be sure to write about them.

So befiore I forget, I love Edinburgh. The more observant of you will have noticed that I spent the lion's share of the last 3 months not actually being here, but I am now, and it's great. The city is visibly pulsating with festival energy (someone I met last night saw a full on 10 man fist fight and 1pm in the Grassmarket with tourists just wandering by - they probably just thought it was an incredibly realistic show promo) and for some reason right now I'm sat sweating inside not enjoying it because I'm blogging to avoid writing a Newsletter and renewing my car insurance.

Anyway, last night I went to see my first show, the girly-haired Irish comedian Ed Byrne. In short he was very funny. Very funny indeed. References to Jade Goody being a bigger waste of space the more weight she loses and les physical space she takes up, Westboro Baptist church (Those of GodHatesFags.com fame) being mental and James Blunt being a "scheming f-ing rat" made me laugh a lot. But the cliche about things being funny because they are true is, in fact, true. Mr Byrne going on about the times when girlfriends ask what you're thinking actually made me cry. Come up to Edinburgh and go and see him. You can stay with me.

AS you may have guessed from the title, this blog was supposed to be about my Lovesac saga. No, contrary to popular opinion, it's not a euphanism about my genitalia or testicular cancer, but about the purchase of the comfiest thign you will ever sit on. Needless to say, it is a long story. And I'm already wiped after writing this. But it will come. Oh yes, it will come.

Ciao, bella!

Apologies for lack of posting. No, I really am sorry. You have been missing my wit and insight terribly over the last few weeks, I'm sure.

Anyway, I'm in Nottingham with hundreds of Europeans. People are speaking all sorts of languages I've never heard before. It's lots of fun. And the sun is shining. And Aston Villa have a new manager. I'm very happy.

Until next time, adieu