waltron:

at monmouth festival right now:

a man wearing a straw fedora, aviators, an unbuttoned shirt, suit jacket, jeans and loafers is on stage singing message in a bottle and no-one is joining in. business as usual.

I can confirm that
1. This is happening;
2. George’s description actually makes it sound less embarrassing than it is;
3. this is exactly what I expect from Monmouth festival

1678 (29/7/2014) 

so uh George just came downstairs and woke me up and apparently it’s 3am again. Charlie isn’t too cool with this series of events - I think he realised that George was trying to get me to go to bed and now he’s sat on me possessively.

I see yr game, dog. as soon as you get up I’m making my move outta here.

anyway. today: spoons, dogs in river, deep conditioning treatment, the not so mighty pledge, ewes milk ice cream.

1678 (29/7/2014)

so uh George just came downstairs and woke me up and apparently it’s 3am again. Charlie isn’t too cool with this series of events - I think he realised that George was trying to get me to go to bed and now he’s sat on me possessively.

I see yr game, dog. as soon as you get up I’m making my move outta here.

anyway. today: spoons, dogs in river, deep conditioning treatment, the not so mighty pledge, ewes milk ice cream.

1677 (28/7/2014) george is sort of rolling around on the floor taking selfies with the dogs. this is what you’re missing out on if you don’t have him on snapchat. dog selfies.(charlie is reasonably okay with the selfie thing. tizzy tried to hide behind the curtain.)today we’ve done p much nothing. we… went and got some coffee? i bought my mum an anniversary card from my dad? I started a job application* and then realised that I need to rewrite my CV on my shitty, mostly non-responsive laptop because the one that has my CV on it is in hungerford, and also doesn’t. charge. any more. (I was gonna buy a new laptop with this paycheck probably but… nope… not any more…) *retail. duh.

1677 (28/7/2014) 

george is sort of rolling around on the floor taking selfies with the dogs. this is what you’re missing out on if you don’t have him on snapchat. dog selfies.

(charlie is reasonably okay with the selfie thing. tizzy tried to hide behind the curtain.)

today we’ve done p much nothing. we… went and got some coffee? i bought my mum an anniversary card from my dad? I started a job application* and then realised that I need to rewrite my CV on my shitty, mostly non-responsive laptop because the one that has my CV on it is in hungerford, and also doesn’t. charge. any more. 

(I was gonna buy a new laptop with this paycheck probably but… nope… not any more…) 

*retail. duh.

1676 (27/7/2014) 

it’s possible that everyone else has been asleep for about three hours. Maybe. just me and the dogs downstairs and even they’re giving up on me…

today: carnival, ice cream, bitchpups(?!?), gin & tonic. yes.

1676 (27/7/2014)

it’s possible that everyone else has been asleep for about three hours. Maybe. just me and the dogs downstairs and even they’re giving up on me…

today: carnival, ice cream, bitchpups(?!?), gin & tonic. yes.

1675 (26/7/2014) 

we spent a lot of today driving away from Hungerford. well. George spent a lot of time driving; I spent a lot of time eating refreshers sweets and singing along to bon iver. you can see who got the better deal here. 

we got into Monmouth just in time to catch Seth lakeman at the festival, along with hazel, cat, will, and will 2.0 (will’s friend, Andy, who was just will - in personality, appearance, and mannerisms - but blonde and with more hair.)

we did some spuhhhns. cat poured will’s pint from the bottle for him because she got impatient and she poured it as all head; and then, because she was apparently really determined to ruin his beer-drinking experience, she knocked it over so it poured all over both Wills… then she went to get napkins and came back with colouring pencils. a good day for cat.

(Me, Hazel and George walked off in one direction; Cat, Will and Andy in the other. ten minutes after we parted I got a message from cat that was just “they’re playing on a tank. Just so you know.”. I wonder how long it took them to get home…)

1675 (26/7/2014)

we spent a lot of today driving away from Hungerford. well. George spent a lot of time driving; I spent a lot of time eating refreshers sweets and singing along to bon iver. you can see who got the better deal here.

we got into Monmouth just in time to catch Seth lakeman at the festival, along with hazel, cat, will, and will 2.0 (will’s friend, Andy, who was just will - in personality, appearance, and mannerisms - but blonde and with more hair.)

we did some spuhhhns. cat poured will’s pint from the bottle for him because she got impatient and she poured it as all head; and then, because she was apparently really determined to ruin his beer-drinking experience, she knocked it over so it poured all over both Wills… then she went to get napkins and came back with colouring pencils. a good day for cat.

(Me, Hazel and George walked off in one direction; Cat, Will and Andy in the other. ten minutes after we parted I got a message from cat that was just “they’re playing on a tank. Just so you know.”. I wonder how long it took them to get home…)

1674 (25/7/2014) 

hello and welcome to the new era where we’re not working 60 hour weeks as standard, I have no obligation to ever touch lard again if I don’t want to, and I’m pretty much doing my best to forget that this bakery exists.

…well. as soon as I get my paycheck from them, anyway.

1674 (25/7/2014)

hello and welcome to the new era where we’re not working 60 hour weeks as standard, I have no obligation to ever touch lard again if I don’t want to, and I’m pretty much doing my best to forget that this bakery exists.

…well. as soon as I get my paycheck from them, anyway.

1673(?) (24/7/2014) 

I just want this to be overrrrrr. 

today: 
- had a vague sort of mental break. Drew a lot of snails on stuff. baked a little snail roll. found this very amusing. 
- found a sheet of paper on the notice board titled “sentences to use” (to spin the fact that they’ve sacked us and shut down the bakery and are just buying in shit instead so that it sounds good to customers). this… this was less amusing. 

one more shift and then it will be done and we can find better jobs and negotiate getting out of our lease and out of this hell-town full of old, self-absorbed, entitled, arrogant, rich, conservative assholes. one more shift.

1673(?) (24/7/2014)

I just want this to be overrrrrr.

today:
- had a vague sort of mental break. Drew a lot of snails on stuff. baked a little snail roll. found this very amusing.
- found a sheet of paper on the notice board titled “sentences to use” (to spin the fact that they’ve sacked us and shut down the bakery and are just buying in shit instead so that it sounds good to customers). this… this was less amusing.

one more shift and then it will be done and we can find better jobs and negotiate getting out of our lease and out of this hell-town full of old, self-absorbed, entitled, arrogant, rich, conservative assholes. one more shift.

okay now that I’m not having a panic attack any more let’s look at these photos of Caitlin being drinky at like 5:30pm

1672(?) (23/7/2014) 

It hasn’t been the best day of my life, I’ll be honest. we… we’re just waiting for the two more days we have to work at this stupid bakery to be over so we can just never think about it or lardy cakes ever again. 

I was saying something to George about how sometimes this whole situation just hits and it feels like you’ve been punched in the stomach, but, like, with a wrecking ball

we both instantly started singing “came in like a wreeeckiiing snaaiillll” and then George drew a snail as a wrecking ball on the whiteboard I guess. I wonder whether our soon to be ex bosses will work out that “snail” is a nickname for them. I don’t particularly care.

1672(?) (23/7/2014)

It hasn’t been the best day of my life, I’ll be honest. we… we’re just waiting for the two more days we have to work at this stupid bakery to be over so we can just never think about it or lardy cakes ever again.

I was saying something to George about how sometimes this whole situation just hits and it feels like you’ve been punched in the stomach, but, like, with a wrecking ball

we both instantly started singing “came in like a wreeeckiiing snaaiillll” and then George drew a snail as a wrecking ball on the whiteboard I guess. I wonder whether our soon to be ex bosses will work out that “snail” is a nickname for them. I don’t particularly care.