Every summer signifies a change in my life. Last summer the defining moment was when I got made redundant. We are well into what you call summer months now, although the dark grey skies and perpetual drizzle might have you think otherwise. Just as well really, as it reflects on my internal turnmoil

I wondered what my change was to be this year. I just realised that every September I have changed jobs/roles for the previous 2 years. Why break the tradition eh? This year will make it year 3 if I change jobs in September. I know what you’re thinking..don’t really look good on the CV does it?

No, I’ve not been offered a new job. I quite like my current job with it’s mix of coding vs. stakeholder management. However, the job don’t really like me very well. That’s right folks, I’ve been made REDUNDANT AGAIN! OMFG right? Yeah. Yeps. I guess in a way I have seen this coming, so I am not suprised really, just annoyed. Working in my field is really not the best in the current economic climate – I can only put myself in a worse position if I worked in manufacturing cars.

What’s really annoying is that we’ve always been given the steer that our department has too many roles available compared to people to fill it. The first sign of trouble was when my boss did not get his job – I could just see the house of cards that we’ve hopefully guarded start to sway. After weeks of being told by the powers that be that we have nothing to worry about, we were given the news yesterday that not only they did not have enough roles to fit us all in, it really does not seem like any of us will be left with a job to do. It’s a proper bunfight, with one role up for grabs between 4 people. 25% chance. And again, I am in the position that I was in last year. I have circa 6 months worth of experience in my new area, having just moved over in January. Other people in my team have been in this area for years and years – some joined straight after school. So yeah, I am in a ‘IM SCREWED’ position, to put it lightly.

And this time around, there are no jobs out there. None. Not even jobs at the supermarket stacking shelves.

I love it I love it!! Firstly, I loveee Urban Outfitters….dead chuffed when they opened up a store in Leeds. And then they started stocking Lesportsacs (for about 2 seasons anyway)….and now you have this:

Hybrid clutch bag with intergrated speakers. Lipgloss in a speaker? How fab is this?? I can now keep my ipod in it AND plug the ipod in as well. No batteries required, which makes this speaker slightly softer than usual, but you can’t fault it for what it is – portable speakers on-the-go. Enough space inside for money, keys, lipgloss and of course, the ipod.

And at only £4.99, I heart you Urban Outfitters!!

Long overdue posting on glastonbury – however, if you’ve been following my tweets, you did not miss anything!

Every year in the summer, the tiny village of Glastonbury is invaded by a band of no-gooders…or do-gooders depending on your defination. I took a sabbatical last year, with the thought of calf-lenght mud making me cringe. Funny how your memory of pain fades with time. Much to bacon’s chargin, I decided to be part of the mad crowd again this year. And instead of a four-day thing we’ve turned this into a five-day thing as well; with hopes that if we get there early enough we would find a better camping space.

After a four hour journey down to Somerset, we were stuck in traffic for about two hours heading towards ..in which we trailed a total of 10km. Coming out from the car park at last, it was another mile or two’s hike to the campgrounds. It was unbelievably hot, which is definately not Glastonbury like weather.WEIRD.

All camped up

The above was the view when we pitched up at about 4pm. By 4pm the next day, the whole place was completely and utterly packed up, tents popping up at places you didn’t think would fit a sleeping bag, let alone a tent. People were pitching up everywhere, even within spitting distance from non -flushable toilets. Eew I know.

The festival do not officially start until Friday, which gives us Thursday completely free to roam around without rhyme or reason. Nothing happens on thursdays, but shops ect are open. So I randomly walked around snapping pictures – the sun was up until about 9pm, and I just wanted to snap pictures before it starts pissing it down again.

A sand sculpture of the founder, Michael Eavis. How cool is that?

Oooo…Silent disco…I wanna I wanna I wanna – unfortunately Thursday night’s queues were 400m long!

Giant bog. Ring the bell and all your wishes would come true. I wish for a clean, flushable toilet made out of ceramic.

This was at the Healing Fields – the bald guy supposedly ‘lived’ in this hut built with £400. Love the roofs, made out of edible salads. Obviously no plumbing or electricity. But an edible roof?? Hot great is that??

Teepee saunas…bet they didn’t do roaring business due to the hot hot hot weather.

The faiths were all out in full force as well. Salvation Army, Hare Krishnans ect…all have a presence there providing help, support, counselling or just water and sunscreen on a hot sultry day.

These were from the Greenpeace field – can’t guess what these logos represents huh

This cafe makes me laugh

Rarrr bite me!

Coming up – Lady Gaga, Jason Mraz, Timo Mass, Deadmau5, Tom Jones, dancing next to toilets…

Happy 4th of July, America!

Taken on 4th July at Fishermen’s Wharf, San Francisco, 2001. I’ve been banging about this for years, found my pictures of it at last. I was starting to believe that it was all a dream and I never saw smiley faced fireworks