Janey Godley’s Blog

MBT trainers are these weird curved sole shoes that apparently make you walk like a barefoot Masia Warrior. It is supposed to make you feel better and your legs get more exercise…I walk like a drunken heroin addicted warrior because I keep falling over.

Outside Gloucester Road tube station for instance, I slightly went over on my ankle, but the shape of the MBT trainers meant that I could not regain my composure and I landed flat on my face on the concrete.

No injuries just embarrassment –

Then in Bond Street, again smack on the concrete…this time a big tall cute black man picked me off the ground and offered to take me for a cold drink to settle me ( I was all shaky) so I may develop a falling strategy where I drop when I see good looking men.

No I am just joking the shoes are in the bin. Fuck them.

Went gigging in Cambridge the other night and the journey there was horrific, just fucking miles and miles of traffic problems…so horrible.

I never actually got to see Cambridge as it was really really dark. The gig was small, but a really nice wee club and the audience were just amazing.

Getting home to bed that night after being in the car forever was a blessed relief.

Crown Lawn who arranges my flat really deserves the gold star for best-est people in the world. Yet again my luxurious apartment is the one thing that keeps me sane in crazy London. I love it here.

I miss Ashley like hell and I am sure most of you know that her 21^st birthday is coming up and I will not be with her for that occasion. I wish she would come down to London for a few days so I can see her again. I hate nit seeing her.

Husband is behaving himself and not irritating me too much.

Last night big Reginald D Hunter came over to the flat and we all stayed up till 4am and I had to get up early for BBC Radio 4 Loose Ends show…am tired.