Kaori

Yesterday I left for a long journey to Devon to see Stephen K Amos, a surprisingly little-known comedian in my social group despite being incredibly funny. Not only was it a brilliant show (including jokes being played on/a bit of banter with audience members), but, incidentally, I found a cider I like. Double points, since the cheap ciders we young adults have to choose from usually taste like bitterness and death to me while this one was a crisp, fruity and much-loved addition to the evening. After all this, Amos himself was ready to meet people, so of course I legged it with my friend, his mother trailing behind us. I got a picture with him, he complimented my glasses and revealed he lives about twenty minutes from me and signed the book he wrote, which my friend's mother bought me. We went home for pizza and a relatively early (by my standards) night, after which I woke up to the offer of tea and a bacon sandwich and a text telling me my nose stud had come (wahey, here's hoping I don't lose this cute little one too!).

So, all in all, a pretty damn awesome couple of days, yes. I am a happy bunny.