Had a triple shot coffee to get me through the morning. On train feeling like the kid in the nativity play that's fiddling with their tights, kneeling up, then down, taking off their halo and generally can't sit still from buzz.
So it's the end of the week and I'm low on funds. I spend over £11 a day on traons and today I just couldn't afford it. Bought a ticket to ewell west, then relied on my zone 1 to 2 to get me through at the other end.

Tickets and passes please. Buggeringbastardshitfuckbollocks.

If I do it again I'm being taken to court. Brill.

In other news, a good friend will be based in Westminster soon. We met when we were a waiter and waitress in guildford. He's astonishingly good at guitar and we've jammed a few times, looking forward to a lot more improv jazz and blues sessions.

Was working in Selfridges yesterday when I really recognized a man who worked there. I spoke to him and he told me a little about his acting work. Turns out I'd served him twice when I was said waitress.

Reading over the shoulder of the man next to me. Story in metro about a woman who put her child in the freezer every time she was naughty. That's cold.*


Had my first macaroon yesterday, passion fruit and chocolate. Felt as though I died a little but sod paying so much for a glorified wafer.

Fare evasion and coffee overdose, not a great start, but I'll be hitting my fabricfirst tonight for the brookes brothers album launch. You don't know how much I've been craving this dance.

Happy friday everyone x

*inspired by Adam Knoyle