The start

Oh my God. I have done it. I feel like I have launched into a whole new world, even a new universe. I hope to make friends (we only have two) and amuse people and.... well, whatever. I suppose I need a theme, but at the moment I don't know what that could be. So I'll think about it and let you know. Is this the kind of thing I should be writing? I've only ever read Jan's gardening blog and it's hilarious.

Perhaps I could make this a Glastonbury blog, since that's where we're heading on Thursday. As 'Fire Officers' no less. Very Important People, don't you know. Outside the BBC tent. I secretly fantasise about being discovered by someone very famous. The problem is, what will they discover me for? And I won't recognise any famous people so who am I to thrust myself upon to get discovered? Oh well, it will probably be a matter of trying to avoid sad, lonely people who want to tell you in endless detail all their past Glastonbury experiences, no doubt focusing mainly on the weather. Hmmmm. We shall see. I'm putting my notebook and pen in my bum bag, to record any details which I can then pass on to you. Along with other essentials: lipstick, gaviscon (I'm worried I could get chronic wind), sunglasses (in case it is sunny - unlikely, but you never know), other glasses (so as I can read the instructions on the fire extinguishers and be a hero - THAT'S how I could get famous!), foundation (to hide the alarming purpleness of my nose on a windy, rainy shift), breath freshener (for the obvious reasons), phone, camera, nail file (Heaven forbid I break a nail), wet wipes (for any unexpected toilet needs - I plan to do all my evacuating in the Stewards camp site. Much more pleasant than the others, or so I'm told). That should do me.