A short interlude but I felt I should share this random snippet of a Bettyism that took place on a bog standard Tuesday evening:
For those that know me personally will know I have a big weakness for live music and discovering new bands, I love it, it gets me through the working week.
Last night I ventured off to see a folky band I am a big fan of in central
After a good time of drinking, singing and dancing about, the next thing I know I am waking up in a very green bunk bed in Kings Cross surrounded by instruments and more bunk beds containing the entire band. It was like being in some kind of musical army barracks. I would like to clarify straight away (and to my relief) that I was fully clothed even complete with shoes.
After taking in my odd surroundings I announced to the lead singer snoozing next to me that he looked different to normal (charming), leapt over a cello and was out of the door.
I now sit at my desk in yesterdays clothes (that I also slept in), reassessing my life- I am no longer a 20 year old student, it really is time to be reunited with that sensible part of my brain.
On another note I consider- why on earth am I still single?!