Ballin'

Hey hey! I'm back in Bristol now, it's good to be back! Kinda... It's a great change of scene and means I can do new stuff... but I don't really feel as cool in Bristol. It feels less friendly, less safe and more introverted.

On the drive home rain hammered the grey tarmac. With a flash out of the window I saw a crippled fox struggling to drag itself off the hard-shoulder after it had been hit. That's the sort of shit you see in films or something. About to collapse with exhaustion and resign to death in the torrential rain. It was too late for Dad to aim for it to put it out of its misery. I can't stand stuff like that, it's so upsetting, but bad things do happen...

On the positive side, my cooking adventures have already begun! I baked these cookies today and they were soooo gorgeous! A taste-sensation!

Next up will probably be ice-cream... Then maybe I'll combine the two!

Plus my dad and I have been jamming lots with the guitars! It's so cool when my dad teaches me how to play. It's like, I understand him so much better because he's my dad. He must think and learn in similar ways to me, I suppose.

Before I left Cardiff I went to the Summer Ball! Almost seven thousand people there, apparently! Two huge tents with some big bands and dodgems etc. It was really good!

Unfortunately not many photos have been added to Facebook yet, but I'm sure they'll turn up. I'll add more when I get more, so watch this space!

Edit (5 days later):

Here's one of the lads (and me with a stupid face):

And one of me not only with a stupid face, but a stupid head too! (Half of it is missing):