"If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance." ~Bern Williams

Well, most of June has sped by at a rate of knots, and I haven't got all that much to show for it, except a couple of pictures... I'm trying to take photos on my disposable camera, mostly because waiting for them to be developed is so fun.
Some Aussies have just arrived, and although we couldn't have one (we had other guests) it has been rather nice to have a little chat with them. Australians have a reputation for looking like this:

(I am aware that's Matthew McConaughey on a surfboard)
Sadly, they didn't quite live up to my standards, but their accents were still endearing.

I re-gingered my hair! Its lovely to be back as a redhead, people do look at you differently, I think. This is my bath after I first washed my hair... yummy.

I went to see Razorlight! Briiiiilliant band, they sound absolutely flawless live, however although I do like them, I was annoyed that:
a) They didn't play Fall, Fall, Fall
b) Johnny Borrell didn't smile
c) Johnny Borrell didn't take his clothes off

I saw my very lovely and very gay friend Jordan for a shopping trip involving many shoes... this isn't really relevant, I just wanted to include a ginger picture of myself.

I've had many cooking urges this month, one of my many creations being this gorgeous-looking pea soup. Recipe on request *winks*

I have resorted to frankly rather shocking emotional blackmail tactics in order to get my friends/family/bloke to take me crabbing. If you've never been, get down to Norfolk immediately. God knows we need the tourism.

After a horrific day of being ignored by bus drivers several time, I decided to make a giant chocolate fudge brownie to cheer myself up.

I succeeded.

Megan's go-to tracks of this month are as follows:

Alex Clare - Too Close (horrifically catchy, please forgive me)

The Only Ones - Another Girl, Another Planet

House of Pain - Jump Around

Jeff Buckley (the man, the LEGEND) - Yard of Blond Girls

Mx

People who say Coldplay are boring, have never seen them live...

"You know how I know you're gay? You listen to Coldplay."


This is a popular quote amongst my crew, (I can't even remember what film it was originally from!) used to describe someone who likes Coldplay.
Coldplay, for anyone who doesn't know, are a British band made up of Chris Martin (who's married to Gwyneth Paltrow) (also, when I went to a really posh pre-wedding party a few weeks ago (I couldn't go to the actual wedding, because Pippa Middleton went to that), the bride-to-be said that she used to go to school with Chris Martin, and that he was a super-musical, super-religious boy with white blond hair) Chris Martin's friend, a hairy guy, and a hot guitarist. They're commonly liked by Mums, homosexuals and Guardian-readers - in short, they are a boring band.
HOWEVER that said, Mr Megan is a massive, massive fan (what this says about my taste in men, I wouldn't like to say.) So massive, in fact, that not only did I have to buy him a Keep calm and listen to Coldplay t-shirt for Christmas, (he was mobbed my a group of girls last night, begging to take a picture with the t-shirt) but he also got a Coldplay tattoo. I know what you're thinking, oh my word Megan, why are you dating this guy, he sounds like a bell-end, but it actually doesn't look TOO bad...

It says "DREAMING PARADISE" if you can't read it.
Don't copy it, he'll kill me.

So, as he is a massive fan, all the albums, t-shirts, tattoos, naturally he wanted to see them live... having said that, when he told me he'd bought me a ticket, I was not excited in the least. I didn't tell anyone, the shame and embarrassment (and ensuing abuse) would have been too much to bear.
Yesterday, we arrived at the Emirates stadium in London - two true country bumpkins in the big city was not as disastrous as I thought it would be, however I did see Mr M looking a bit confused at the lack of tractors on the roads, and our short walk through King's Cross was accompanied by "would you look at that ceiling structure! Incredible!" (he's a carpenter.)
We queued up for EVER AND EVER outside the Stadium, then a bit longer for the loo, then loads longer once we were in before the support acts came on. We were neither impressed by Rita Ora nor Robyn, whatsoever, however as soon as Coldplay came on, the atmosphere completely changed!

Since I can't really explain why it was so good, apart from ALL THE LIGHTS AND THE FIREWORKS AND WRISTBANDS IN THE CROWD AND ALL THE TINY PAPER BUTTERFLIES THAT SHOT OUT, AND THE RAIN, WHICH KIND OF MADE IT BETTER, oh it was really, really good, so you can just look at the pictures... the first half are Mr M's, second half are from the Coldplay website, creds and dat.
If you haven't seen them and you get the chance, don't be a fool, go!

Love, Peace, and Viva La Vida,
Mx