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Weakly, not Weekly Roundup (aka “Why We Are Utterly Shit Travel Bloggers”)

“Even if we don’t manage any proper blog posts, we can still do a weekly roundup just saying what we’ve been up to!” Us, last month.

Guess what? Our last “weekly” roundup was a month ago. We’re shit and we know we are. Here are our shameful excuses:

1.We’re busy

So so busy! We both work full time in quite challenging jobs, both of which have seen the shit hit the fan recently so the last few weeks have been mainly work, sleep and the remainder just trying to chill out or trying to maintain our dying social lives. Usually we can manage a little bit of multi-tasking, working on blog posts via email and doing the odd tweet while at work but there has literally been NO RESPITE recently. Jill is also studying for exams in June, has no time to herself and only gin and tonic is holding her back from hiding in a hedge on an industrial estate, boffing gas and sharpening twigs instead of going to work.

2. Unlike TLC, we are too proud to beg!

Our stats are pretty shit, and while we do try and engage people and promote our blog (via Facebook and Twitter), we don’t want to be shoving it down people’s throats and re-posting the same old links day in, day out. We probably just need to get over our inherent British politeness and just get among it!

Our weekend in Preston was quite amazing anyway, although we didn’t do any of the things we had planned (like the owl sanctuary) due to having some great craic in the hotel bar on the Friday night (after post-work drinks with our friend John* in Manchester en route) and ended up staying up until stupid o’clock getting very, very drunk. Saturday saw us dragging ourselves out for a mender and getting as far as the dodgy little old man pub at the end of the street where there was a bit of a shindig going on for St George’s Day involving a buffet (no quiche unfortunately – we were both mad for a bit of quiche that day!) and karaoke. We spent the afternoon there talking shit to the regulars (who we thought were old men, but turned out were actually the same age as us – tough paper round! And asking if they could hook us up with their quiche dealer) and singing Queen in the beer garden before heading out to the lovely Moka (recommended by a lovely lady we got talking to in the street) for delicious fish pie, vegetarian tapas and amazing mango cheesecake, washed down with a bottle of prosecco  (not “prosecutor” -auto-correct!). *Don’t tell John’s wife.

The Bluetones gig (at 53 Degrees) was amazing as always, once we finally managed to locate the entrance to the venue (after an awkward moment accidentally going in the stage door and nearly walking in on the band’s dressing room). There was an added bonus when we headed to The Ferret across the road after the gig, as the support band Miracle Glass Company (cheeky Scottish boys with super catchy tunes) were doing a set there, so of course we had a chat with them and bought them tequila. After being chucked out of there so the staff could enjoy a nice relaxing lock in, we found ourselves in Warehouse (an alternative club with three floors of different music) before retiring to the hotel to find the bar was shut (which was probably for the best) and went to bed.

After a nice lie in on the Sunday, we ended up getting our train to Manchester much later than planned as a) we were having great craic with the staff at the hotel over brunch and boozes b) Susan’s flight wasn’t until 10pm, so Jill had decided to get a later train anyway c). THEN the train from Preston to Manchester was cancelled/delayed and d). The Pickwick Papers. We did finally manage to get some quiche from Tesco at Piccadilly Station though, so all was well.

PrestonQuiche
Yay! Finally the quiche location unit comes through.

In other news WE GOT GLASTONBURY TICKETS IN THE RESALE!!!!!!  We’ll see you sexy cats there!

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