It's a bit s**t.

Well, I survived the hen do. I'm not sure Bristol quite knew what hit 'em last night. But we were very good girls and mostly able to function this morning. A huge mwah to everyone that went and I think we'll leave it there. What happens in Bristol, stays in Bristol.....or presumably turns up on facebook in half an hour or so.

So on my train home, my brain did that irritating thing where it conjures up a new book idea, with a really vivid opening sequence that played out in my head and two really strong characters. So I'm currently working on three ideas at the same time. Madness! At least you can't say I have writers block.

Another thing on my train that really made me laugh, was the fact that one of the carriages was deemed the "entertainment" carriage and had little screens for each seat to watch films, tv, listen to radio, etc. I thought, what a good idea. Of course, no one was actually using it because, of course, you had to pay. Would it be so hard for it to become included in your ticket? The train was rammed. I'd paid £28 for that journey. There were 82 seats in that carriage, all taken and no one was using the damn things, which presumably have cost the train line quite a lot of money. I understand that money makes the world go around and all that jazz, but seriously. Stupid arses!

I have a question for you? Why do people think when you're out and about, (loosely translated getting pissed in some cheesy club and dancing like a maniac) that they can just walk past and take your stuff? Last night someone grabbed my glasses off my face and walked off with them. My beautiful, vintage 1950's glasses.
Oh God, they never saw it coming, the wrath of the angry Helen beast. I grabbed hold of him, turned him around and started shouting, "GIVE ME MY GLASSES BACK! THEY ARE VERY EXPENSIVE AND VINTAGE!" I then gave him one of the looks only my children normally get to see, when they tick me off and he recoiled. I yanked them out of his hand and and left him with an evil look, just to haunt him before bed time. Ha ha. But really, why do people do that?

Apologies that the quantity and quality of this blog is considerably lacking, but I'm not quite firing on all cylinders. There's definitely a few dregs of cocktails swimming in my system, but I can't complain. Awesome night and just over six weeks to the big day and my third outing as a bridesmaid.

Enjoy the dying embers of your weekend........
xxxxxx