From out of nothing...

Well readers, (if any of you are left!)

I must apologise once again for a very sad case of blog neglect of late. It's less out of a lack of care, and more out of a lack of an interesting life I promise. My days have largely been taken up by working and I've only managed to scrape together the energy to do one mini project in the last month or so. It's unacceptable of course, and I will be giving myself a right royal kick up the arse very soon. I want to start planning another mail out to prospective illustration agents and clients soon so hopefully a few more mini projects and I can set about making plans for some proper shameless self promotion. If you haven't already seen my latest addition, check out my illustration myspace or website. :-)

In other news, there was a blast of excitement last month when I went to get a bank balance and I noticed that I was... wait for it... ONLY £27.90 overdrawn!!!! This is the closest I have EVER been to being in credit in the past four or five years thanks to being a student, and it's showing that I am managing to slowly slowly bring my overdraft down. Even more depressing though if I think I could have been IN credit ages ago if I'd got a proper job and not a part time one. Though my illustration would have no doubt suffered. But anyway, the miniscule overdraft was promptly destroyed when I paid my rent, bills etc. but it was nice while it lasted. I'm also managing to save. Just about.

I don't remember if I informed anyone about my mass panic last month when I sleepily went to switch off my phone alarm and realised I'd been connected to the internet for 9 hours overnight. I cried. ALOT in a great big girly mass panic sort of a way because I had visions of getting a £500 phonebill that I couldn't pay. Niall even had to phone carphone warehouse for me to see if they could shed some light on how much it was going to be... and I had to embarrassingly confirm that it was okay for him to discuss my account by answering a few questions while in the midst of my girly hissy fit. Well anyway, needless to say that very phonecall cost a whopping..... 51p. That's right. The tears, the hyperventilation, the sheer panic, the bright red face and frown wrinkles that ensued where all meaningless and a stark over reaction. Ah well... at least now I know how much a 9 hour internet call is.

It was Niall's birthday in April too. I cooked him a meal of lamb cutlets with a herb and garlic crust, with a Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles birthday cake for afters. His present from me was tickets to see Bill Bailey in November, which will be a good laugh.

We visited good old Uni-ville last Monday for the traditional freefest. It was a nice day, relaxing on the grass hoping it didn't rain and watching everyone enjoy the festivities and bands, even if some of them were a bit rubbish. Only downer was that we had to leave pretty early so we didn't get a chance to go to Post-fest but since we all had work the next day it probably wouldn't have been a good idea.

Lastly, if anyone is wondering... my 5kg chocolate bar is still intact and waiting for it's use in my chocolate fountain party. All other chocolate has been eaten except for Myrtle Moo's (the chocolate cow) torso and face. I find it hard eating things with faces. Her smashed up arms and legs did make a nice addition to my otherwise bland tasting multigrain cereal though.