Suburbanhymns on tour...

No words of wisdom or comedy gems today, I'm afraid. The events of this week have taken their toll and the ink has run dry. Plus, I was out with friends last night, celebrating Wednesday's result, and my head is just a tad sore. So, I've decided to take a day off. However, fear not. If you really need your suburbanhymn fix you can get it from my guest post for Jameel of the Muqata.

The post that I left there is a little more serious than I tend to be over here - and a lot more personal - so grab a Kleenex before you start. And do me a favour. Please don't mention it to my face. It's bad enough divulging your teenage crush to strangers - I don't need my nearest and dearest raising the issue.

Tomorrow I am off to France for the day to celebrate the birthday of my good friend, Z. I have no euros and my passport expires on 16th February. So I may well find myself stuck in France with no money and no means of getting home without calling the Consul and asking him to sort it out.

But if I get back in one piece, I'll tell you all about it on my return. Have a good one. R.x.