Life for Lola

The ladyfriend is a bit chesty this morning, I think this is down to the M25 which was dusty and rather fumey last night. We raced down to Brighton in good time and managed to pack a pizza each away before the concert began.

As Brighton is the gay capital of the northern hemisphere the audience was a mixture of short haired, rough round the edges girls, camp charlies and the odd beardy weirdy. It was an absolutely fabulous concert though, as expected. I felt for one moment that I had slipped into the gap betwixt heaven and earth such is the woman's talent.

A dull life indeed without Eddi Reader. I'm sure if I didn't have Eddi reader in my life then drugs, booze and religion would have taken hold. Pity then I say the poor folk who have never exposed themselves to her.