Yesterday, in a public place, lots of little chavs were chanting ‘tranny’ for about 3 minutes. It took me two minutes to realise they were chanting at me. Now I’m not really that bothered, at all. I have long hair like a girl, some would say I was asking for it. But it upset me because if I was a tranny, then so what? I suppose I saw why people feel they need to lock themselves away. Trannys are the same as everyone else, to be honest, they confuse me a little, but then I suppose that’s the point isn’t it.

I dislike chavvy little children.

End.

There’s a lot going on at the moment. And I don’t really know if I’m coming or going. Some of the things are good, others are quite bad and could have a massive effect on things. Like, huge. Its nothing life threatening, at all, but it’ll certainly rock a boat or two.

I think the good things that I want to do are, at the moment anyway, overpowering the bad things. Don’t get me wrong, I’m worried about the impact of the bad things, but like anything with me, if I were anymore laidback I’d be horizontal. I think a teacher once said that about me, how right she was.

Theres a lot of things to think about, a lot of things to take into consideration and a lot of things to put my efforts into.

One things for definate though, and I don’t mind letting this one out of the bag, but I’ve been building up a network of people around me to help me organise a music festival.

This time next year I will have put on my first festival, thats one of the three goals I have at the moment. It can’t be that hard, surely? And anyway, hard things are usually good for you. Like carrots, I think carrots are quite good for you, right?