The most beautiful sight
in Europe…

The pulchritudinous Patrick Wolf is doing a gig at Koko in Mornington Cresent on the 4th October. I’ve waited months for a chance to see the excitable little Lupinette leap about on stage live. In fact it’s one of my increasing All Time Greatest Ambitions In The Whole Of Today.

Only I can’t go.

Other things have been offered during this week. Big things I can’t attend. Much like a previous incident involving a train, a last minute offer I couldn’t refuse but did anyway, and a resulting few weeks of misery and self deprecation, they always seem to be out of the blue / once in a lifetime sort of things. The kind of things that you’ve always wanted. And I always seem to have to to turn them down and risk never getting the chance again, entirely because I’m not here. I’m on holiday. The one week of the year that I actually leave the country that every aspiration that can’t take place in any of the other 51 weeks chooses to manifest itself.

…And Florence ain’t bad either

Instead I have to go on bloody holiday to one of the most beautiful cities in Europe, if not the world. Bloody holidays. Sodding beautiful Renaissance architecture. Bloody buggery delicious food and good wine, and pissing bastard good company and mini-adventures.

Going on holiday is bad for your life.