I live in a drug den!

Actually, the title of this post is a lie. I do not live in a drug den, though I'm sure somepeople think I do.

I'm now living in a rather bohemian area of town known as Montpelier. Although most people, and I would agree, would say I ACTUALLY live in a rather scum filled area of town known as Stokes Croft. This generally means avoiding being accosted by the homeless, or the mentally ill, or alcoholics, or drug addicts, or arts students or all of the above while trying to buy toilet roll. I have since learned to just look ahead and carry on. It also means that walking into town requires walking through the affectionately named 'Bear Pit' or James Barton Rounabout subway. This is where strange people come together and drink White Ace and swear a lot. Mostly, it's not as bad as it seems.

I live with two men (I say men, one is just 20 years old. 20! He's a child!) and a cat named Mr Spoon.

Rich and I have been split up for a little over a month now. Though I've only been moved out a week. We are still friends, and not in that way where 'still friends' means just not wanting to kill the other party. We're actually still getting on. Though check back with me later on that one, as I've tried 'we can still be friends' before and it didn't work.

I'm also off on a few jollies over the next few months, doing shows about the place. Liverpool in 3 weeks. Swansea, West Brom and Weston Super Mare after the summer...oh yes, the big time. Didn't win 2nd Place Best UK Newcomer for nuttin'. Though I do get to perform at the show I've spent many a night running around stage-handing for, as last. That's Coco Boudoir at Chapel Arts in Bath, in October.

I will soon be organising some form of gathering at my new place to celebrate living here now. Though I don't know when.