Having written several abortive journal entries, I'm at least hoping this will make it past the draft stage. It's been a long time since I've been able to sit down and properly think about what's been going on, let alone give it a written narrative. It's been an emotional past month, but thankfully Die's operation went well and he's recovering at speed. The timing for the proceedure couldn't have been more fortuitous either (something that may or may not have had something to do with some intense background woo-woo work) and as Summer gentley segues into Autumn, things will progressively get better for Die - they've waited long enough. It's a huge relief to finally see them comfortable in their own skin - next summer shall no doubt see the rebirth of the Lizard King in a more fabulous and less cocaine-dusted form.
I was lucky enough to have a wonderful birthday and spent the best part of a week indulging in crafting and skating. Pob came up from Trowbridge and we got a full day in at the Stockport gaming centre hanging out with Melon and the Corehammer crew. I don't think I've played that many games (and actually had a working understanding of them) since I was about 14 - looking forward to doing that again soon.
This weekend marks the start of a very busy month, starting with several Halloween parties and a Goth all-dayer at the Tiv which features amongst others, Skeletal Family! I'll mostly spend my time infatuating over the fact that Anne Marie Hurst was a muse of sorts to the god that is John Blanche. Aside from that, we've a few birthday parties, the Crystal Castles gig, a trip to the reenactment fair in Cov, Last Rites VI, the Sisters of Mercy gig, some snowboarding and the whole first season of RuPaul's Drag Race to watch.
In the immortal words of Mama Ru - 'You'd better werk!'