Accordians and the wilderness

Went back to Blackpool, saw "Into the Wild." It's based on the true story of Chris McCandless, who left his Ivy League life and went travelling across America. Go see it. Seriously, go get your coat... I'm going to try and get hold of the book, while it's still movie-tie-in cheap.

We went to the accordian club Christmas party. This is an annual event (every Christmas, in fact). Raine's been going forever, this was my 3rd. We corrupt it - Raine's mum's co-organiser, and we have to do the raffle - we go around and sell the tickets, then we put them all into the hat, but we always have about 10 rows: 50 tickets (about 45 more than every other group). Through the half hour the draw takes place we go up in turns, "oh, me? I've won?" we each say. Everyone gets a prize, it's just we get several, each. The party's brilliantly communist - so long as you contribute there's food a-plenty, everyone can play music, everyone wins a raffle prize. There are some amazing characters there - you couldn't write a TV show as good. Some you love, some you ridicule. We love it, we're going to be in London next year - we'll be tempted to make a guest appearance.

We are now planning a party to enjoy accordian club winnings - ginger wine, beer, and some very strange alcopops: 'Spankers' they're called, in 'Peach and Passion' flavour; God know what sort of aphrodisiac they contain, but keep tuned for post party entries;-) My favourite prize was a little bag... it has toiletries inside, but it's the bag I love - it's cord/canvas, in burgundy, with a little toggle. Raine says if I were a bag, I would be that bag! Raine and Chris were disgusted with me when I rushed up for our first prize and came back with a bag, no % volume in that...Maybe I'll keep emergency tea in it.

Came back to Lancaster with CDs. I'm falling back in love with my music collection. I've been inspired to write, I'm working a new song - the first one in a long time.