That's Post Edinburgh Trauma Syndrome for the uninitiated. I've been hobbling round the flat like an old lady, dropping off to sleep at the most inopportune times, watching too much Trisha and drinking lots of tea. Normal life seems so....well....slow. After the hubbubb of the festival, guess most things would. But I am SOOO glad to be back in London. The city is quite quiet at the moment- last dregs of summer- and i feel like i'm on holiday in my own town. Mind you, the journey back to London was like a proper stressful holiday-type journey. Missed my train, caught one an hour later with only first class tickets left, forked out the abominable amount of cash required, Simon Amstell was "upgraded" by a kindly poof train guard and was placed next to me (more on that later) Train broke down outside of Peterborough so we were towed back to said station, had to change trains on to a full train (with zillions of edinburgh performers toting luggage, hula hoops, stilts, etc), arrived at Kings Cross nearly 3 hrs late, taxi queue like a soviet bread line. Hooray! Welcome home!
Was relieved to see black people though (there are like NO black people in Scotland!) and London in all its mishmashed multiculti glory.
So. Simon Amstell. He is sweet, like REALLY sweet. I did everything I could NOT to touch his hair. I really wanted to, but we haven't reached that level of friendship yet. Funny enough for such a youngster (and arbiter of YOOF fashion & culture) he comes across as much older than his years. He's kind of like an old man in a young person's body. That's a good thing. We chatted about life, love, family, global warming, Dale Winton, some weird therapy-like seminar thing he's been doing - The Landmark Forum- he helped me work out some family issues, planned a book for me to write, carried my bag, gave me a beer mat with his face on it (!!!???) What more do you want from a delayed train journey? OK, he took my phone number but he hasn't called me yet. Don't know if i'll ever get another chance to touch his hair again.
Back at Duckie on Saturday, and was most pleased to be there. A few out of control punters and an out of control act, but hey-ho....Did Chavvyoke and crowned a queen of the chavettes, Sharon from Blackpool, who sang Lily Allen's "Smile". Sharon won a gold-esque Playboy bunny pendant and a baseball cap with diamante dollar sign motif.
