We're planning a big old party tomorrow with the East London 'massive' and I'm getting nervous and excited already (plus I passed lesson 1 of my Wicca 'exams' (only 11 to go) - hurrah, hurrah!). I LOVE those moments of panic about whether or not anyone is gonna turn up, "oh my god I've spent hours cooking and putting out a big spread and now no-one's here and I'm drunk already - fuck, fuck, fuckidy fuck - oh, everyone's turned up and having a good time and I'm rat arsed!" (fun, fun, fun!).

I'm sure that they'll be amusing updates over the weekend.