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Hi everyone,

I know it's been a long time between blog updates, but that is because my laptop was in surgery fightng for its life against I don't even KNOW how many trojans. I blame the dongle. Too criptic? Look it up. I also blame Stu. Perhaps unfairly, but he did say he was going to get around to downloading some antivirus software and never did. Sigh. So I'm finally back in business and going to make some serious amends by filling you all in on what's been happening in short, sharp macine-gun bursts of information to keep you on your toes. The aptly-named bullet point makes its glorious debut in my blog. Some call it lazy, I call it easy on the eyes.

• Fringe! Festival! Awesomeness! Kezdawg and Julia came up a few weekends ago, and we did the rounds, hanging at the venues, schmoozing with comedians. For those of you not aware, Stephen K Amos: Funny on stage, more handsome in real life and a tad on the smarmy side, in a good way. He kissed my cheek. Twice. I now walk amongst the many.
• Book Festival - I FINALLY tracked down a ticket to hear Margaret Atwood talk about her latest novel - so thrilled, can't wait. Hope it's nothing like The Blind Assassin. That was snoresville. Controversial? I invite comment, but keep it clean kiddies. have been to other events at Book Festival, but as they relate to UN Human Rights accords and the fall of Communism in Europe respectively, I won't go into details for fear of boring you all pantsless.
• Dragged Stu along to the Soweto Gospel Choir a few Fridays ago. He did well not to look too bored or fall asleep during performance. It was all I could do to keep from jumping out of my seat in excitement. The harmonies! Seriously, it was a physical reaction, misty eyed. In a good way. After the show, before meeting Kieran and Julia's train, proceeded to drink waaaaaay too much out of sheer exhilaration. Tequila + intense joy + 2 bottles of wine = perverse joy and Olympic hangover.
• Tonight it's Simon Amstell - Never Mind the Buzzcocks anyone? Should be good - treat for Stu for sitting through choir with me.
• Bought a ridiculously sweet pair of boots last Friday. So rock and roll. They complete me. Am seriously contemplating a leather jacket I saw, because I want to be Ryan Adam's bitch.
• Finally (and I know several of you nerdlinger types will be wondering, as if you don't have better things to think about - like black leather biker boots (but no buckles, cause that's super lame) - oh god they're dreamy, I can't stop thinking about them ... where was I?) my new job. I got it only 4 days after quitting the last, so poverty has once again been dealt a swift blow to the noggin. It's not a great job, not exciting or anything, but what it does have in its favour: It pays more, it's in the centre of Edinburgh, the work is easy, and the people are warm and friendly. It's a 6 month contract, so I keep looking for other stuff, but it's a bit of security for now, which is good. Stu has quit his job and taken some part time sales work in order to really concentrate and devote his time to finding the dream. I'll keep searching for mine too. Working at reception for (gasp) an oil and gas company, is not, surprisingly, IT.

Ok, so I realise that in the end, the bullets were less than useless, as they did nothing to curtail my tendency towards verbose prose. Too bad. Next time I'll try and streamline, promise. Next time I also promise to have images, but as I'm currently skiving at work, it can't be done until later.

Love to all - can't wait to see some of you in September for the big wedding! Whoot whoot!