Happy belated New Year and Happy Birthday to me. Yesterday I reached the grand old age of 26, I am now in my late 20s looking in the eyes of the big 30 but lets not dwell on that. For my birthday I went to Bath, where we wandered around the beautiful alleyways, took a stroll around the royal crescent and the famous circle, ate a Sally Lunn, had a lovely meal in an italian restaurant and drank in two proper old fashioned pubs. I liked Bath, it was ridiculously nice, almost unreal. It doesn't seem like a real city where real people live and do crap stuff. Bit of escapism, I suppose, mainly on my behalf as I'm sure people do live boring crap lives in post war, semi-detached, laminate floored, tv in all the bedrooms homes, but it just seems like a place which is untainted by the is-everything-shitness of modern britain all Jane Austen rather than Eastenders, I like that in a city.