So, in a little over 24 hours time, I’ll be in London for that blog-tastic gin-soaked hoopla-a-go-go funfest that is BritMums Live. I’ve not packed yet, which is increasingly worrying me, but I know my style: frenzied, last-minute and slapdash, baby. Just like all things in life. My beauty regime, housework, cooking. Oh yeah. Even the shmexy time.
Anyway, BritMums! WAHOO! LONDON BABY! etc etc. Erm, there’s just one snag. I’m not, um, taking you with me. Nope.
Now don’t cry. It’s undignified. You’ve got some snot dribbling down your lip. Jeezus. Rein it in. Calm. Lemme explain. I’ve decided to not take my laptop cos a) I’ll lose it, or b) I’ll break it, or c) I’ll sell it for cash so I can actually eat while I’m in London. And ALL of those things would be bad. Y’see?
I want to be able to come back and blog afterwards. And, to be honest, I think some offline time would be good for me. Checking emails and blazing a trail on Twitter and blogging ferociously and messaging and Skyping and Facebooking and
searching for some decent porn all the time can make one feel slightly otherworldly. Spending a good deal of your existence plugged online messes with your brains. Fact. Scientific doctors have PROVED that, in labs. And by labs, I mean laboratories, not Labradors. That’s a whole other scientific experiment. Innit.
It’s only for a few days. I’ll be back after the weekend. Heck, I may even blog tonight. And I’ll have my phone, so if you REALLY miss me, I can send the odd comforting Tweet out into the ether for y’all to slaver over.
So if you wonder why I haven’t pinged into your inbox (ooer) for a few days, that’s why. I am offline. And knocking back gin chasers with some of the best in the blogging world. WAHOOOOOOOO
*disappears in a puff of smoke*