It’s been so long, Dear Diary…

Well what happened this time was, I was just about to write all of my interesting facts in you, when all of the keys sprung out of the computer keyboard and went in my eyes and made me blind. I tried to continue dear diary, but being newly blind I knocked a glass of water all over the space where the keys used to be on the keyboard, and inevitably I was electrocuted and fell out of the window.

As a result dear diary I ended up in Northambleton Childrens Hospital for Christmas . The frankly disparaging staff seemed to think I shouldn’t be there but as I kept reminding them I had as much right to be there as poor dying Tiny Tim (or Little Whinge as I called him) did in the bed next to me. “Your Health, Your Choice” is all very well and good, New Labour, but when I try to exercise my right to choose where I receive medical attention based soley on whether or not the wards are filled with brightly coloured monkeys and girraffes and igglepiggles it would seem to be another story. It makes me sick. And my bed was too small.

However before this unfortunate occurance Invocal made a movie. I was very excited beforehand dear diary, and knew I needed to look my best. I rushed into the village to see my lovely friend Orange Diane at her amazing beauty clinic.

Orange Diane is so glamorous dear diary – she is like a fairytale princess and Carla from Coronation Street all at once. Sometimes her boyfriend swaggers into the shop and I’m not sure why but for some reason I want to hit him.

Anyway she gave me a facial, chin wax, botox and a chemical peel. I looked radiant. I knew Diane had worked her magic when I arrived at the film location and lovely Ed the Director took one look at me and said “whoahhhh…wow….errrr…I um…errr..you definitely want to be in the film? sure…yeh…um… I think I might have a errrr very special role for you.”

You can watch it here – I’m pretty sure I am the one in the blue gingham.

It was fun making a film, I didn’t forget my guitar. We’re doing lots more exciting things now that Marieke has come to manage us. She’s very lovely bless her, but I can’t understand a word she is saying. Usually I just smile a lot and say “yes very good!” and Rachel says “what did she just say?” and I whisper back “something about some clogs I think”.

In other news, we had a 2 lovely gigs last week – one in Leicester-Up-The-Road-A-Bit which was very much fun except Helen’s cello sort of caught fire a bit, and one in Little Cambridgeton where Bee made a tiny mistake but no-one noticed. We are playing at Northambleton Labour Club on Tuesday night (2nd Feb). We’re looking forward to it dear diary – we also have squillions more gigs coming up.

Also we have a brand new website magically coming from the internet fairy, which will encorporate YOU my lovely diary isn’t that super news?

Anyway I had better go as things need doing on the Invocal farm. We’re feeding the in-lamb ewes bonios and pine nuts and lipgloss and frosted lucky charms this year, to see what happens.