I went ahead and bought the ticket to Hellfest. So that’s me going to France in June. Woo!

The ticket to the festival was priced in Euros so I don’t really know how much I paid. I know how much I paid for my flight to Nantes, though: too damned much. I just love when the booking site, after I’ve entered in my credit card info and clicked “purchase” comes back and tells me that the price has doubled with extra fees. But I went ahead and hit the “purchase” button again because I am too lazy to take a coach or a train.

I will have to purchase a tent and other necessary items in Clisson. This is not going to be the glamping I’m used to. But the bands I’m going to see are awesome!

So, that was my gift to myself. I didn’t get much else, other than several boxes of chocolates from the boys and a new Bill Bryson book called One Summer: America 1927. I love Bill Bryson and think his Notes From a Small Island should be issued to every expat Yank upon entering the country. Anyway, I am just about to start reading it, as I finished The Kreutzer Sonata this evening.

(Hello Google SEO Crawler Bot Thingies That I Don’t Understand! Herein lies the paragraph where I bang on about the fact that I am an escort in Manchester. Because I am an independent escort in Manchester City Centre. That is to say, I offer incall escort services at an incall location in Manchester city centre. I really don’t know what else to tell you, really. SLAYER!)