Frostonbury

Yesterday I had a conversation about scandal in the Catholic Church, then a chat with another friend about the power of 4chan.

Then I read this gem from Sadie Frost in Celebs on Sunday: “I had a lovely party at my house called Frostonbury a few years ago. I got lots of tents and we had Tarot card reading and mad face painting and little bands. It was a real homage to 60s and 70s flower power parties.”

I will be so extremely grateful when I no longer have to perpetuate this shite.

Still woke up in the early hours wondering if I’m going to have enough money for this project. Two of my friends are due to give birth in June, around the time I will be heading out on my one way ticket. By the time you get to your thirties, the choices you’ve made become apparent.