After Cornwall, I had week in France with Elisa, then the family. We stayed in Port Grimaud and Pampelonne respectively. This is Elisa and I chilling in St Tropez. There were two German girls up there who took our photo, so Elisa was in her fucking element. I’m not sure what they were saying, but I’m pretty sure I heard blitzkrieg mentioned, whatever that is.
Then it was my birthday. It was nice and I got some lovely things. Elisa got me some salt. Just kidding. She also got me a learn German CD and book set. Just kidding. She also got me some other shit, but I don’t want to seem spoilt, I’ll get excluded by my gritty northern uni mates. Anyway, we went out on the tiles.
The day after my birthday, feeling absolutely terrible, Elisa and I went to Reading festival. I would like to tell you about it, but I refuse to promote it until Festival Republic give me guest tickets to next year’s festival.
Anyway, the James and Joe show may be back on the air very soon. We’ve got some interviews with hospital radio coming up. We’re also going to reapply at Forge and see if ‘life’ means ‘life’ when it comes to our ban.
Remember the show we got banned for? It was a cracker wasn’t it.
