Yeah, you make me feel, "do do doo". And I don't why.

For the umpteenth year, I bought tickets for VFestival.

Last week, I had to make a tough decision:
Do I go; which means having to buy most of my camping equipment again (since once again, I donated my tent, airbed and sleeping bags to charity) and having to find a lot of 'dollar'. All in all, I estimated £300 was about right.
Do I sell my tickets, because with everything else going on (specifically the very expensive court case), I simply don't have any spare money, never mind that sort of spare money.

In the end, it was looking at the line-up that sealed it. Thinking who I would and wouldn't wanna see. Sure, there are a few artists that gave me excited bubbles at the anticipation, but there are also a lot who just made me think, "Meh".

Over the next four days, I shall be partaking in a smoke (something I haven't done for a long time!) and  raising a glass to all the festival goers who are gonna have a fantastic weekend. Particularly some friends of ours, who thought they'd missed out on going this year because they couldn't get tickets. You will see some great live music, you will see some crazy things, you will experience something that is quite unique, and you will want to return again and again and again. I hope the weather stays fine for you all!

Only just getting to know you. Running the flag up to claim it. Acted like I was you saviour. The shepherd instead of the lamb.

Fucking things up seems to be my forte.
Although, I'm unbelievably critical and that in itself lends a nail in the coffin when perhaps it ain't necessarily so.

Well over two years has passed since I fucked my life up, and still it haunts me. Even though I don't ever think about the 'what ifs' or wish I could turn back time; because it has ultimately made me a better person, it doesn't stop me wondering why I couldn't have been better person back then.
I often feel shitty about the people I have hurt in the past, even though a lot of it felt completely out of my control.

I have a bottle of really nice red wine....and a shitty bottle of cheap lemonade. And that pretty much sums things up right now. The emphasis being on the shitty lemonade, not the alcohol.

You built this house with your hands, and your time, and your blood. You built this up in one day, to fall downward and rust.

It's D-Day today.
The third of August was the deadline the Judge gave The Lettings Agency, to submit their defence to my claim.
I'm expecting an email any day now from the money grabbing bastard of a Solicitor.

Once I can see what their defence case is, and after paying a ridiculous amount to my Solicitor for a 'consultation', I will then have to make a decision. The last Judge ruling was a big blow to me. I find myself stepping forward very cautiously now and my decision to fight on isn't feeling so positive anymore.
We'll see....