Only the British would have a roast dinner in sweltering temperatures. We didn't get back to Brighton until half two last night as Perez Hilton's party went on really late. We had to miss Basshunter in the end because we were so tired but stayed for Kelis who was fantastic! There was barely anyone there so we got really close to the front without even trying. Diana Vickers was awful, The Hoosiers didn't even play live which was awkward and the childrens choir were good but really out of place. We got up late again this morning and headed to Liz's local pub for a roast dinner with Rachel, Cat and her sister, Becky. I went for the lamb which was immense and we sat in the garden in the sun. I've now got a really odd collection of tan lines from wearing different clothes all weekend in the sunshine! I caught the train back home but due to engineering works, I had to get off at London Bridge, get the tube to St. Pancras and then get back on a train to get to Bedford. A stressful transport day but a really brilliant weekend. Thank you for having me, Liz!
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