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Happy Easter, everyone. May this be a time of love and rebirth. I guess chocolates can come into the bargain, too. Especially if they're Cadbury.

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Please miss, pardon my SPAM tonight, but can I just say a big hello to:

BRITISH SUMMER TIME!!!!1122!!

Move those clocks forward, baby! No more dark nights for us!

Er... for six months, anyway.

Easter Holidays OMG

Chris and I went to Blackpool on Saturday. It was like £30 to get an all-day ride wristband, but it was worth it. We had a fantabulous time, even if he did force me to go on a rollercoaster two minutes after setting foot in the pleasure beach.

I hate rollercoasters. They’re juggernauts of d00m. I don’t find potentially falling to my death at all entertaining, and that dragging motion where your guts end up somewhere in your mouth as you fall is hell. I was shaking like a leaf when I got off the first rollercoaster. (Yes, there were multiple instruments of torture.)

Chris tried unsuccessfully to get me to go on an alarming ride where you’re at one end of a big stick that sends you soaring into the night, before crashing back down and up again. “Look,” he said, as I clung onto the bridge leading towards the ride, “it’s perfectly safe. It’s fun.”

I scowled. “Oh, yeah. Look at the people falling to their deaths.”

“You are so melodramatic.”

As compensation, I went on the worryingly-named Avalanche rollercoaster and two others. It wasn’t so much a lollercoaster as an I’m-going-to-die-coaster. I can’t even handle those stupid planes that swing high up in the air!

But yes, it was still good. Hotdogs and the sun setting over the blue Irish sea, the smell of doughnuts and candyfloss, fairground music… it really feels like summer’s on its way, even if it did get pretty damned cold in the evening, with winds rolling across the sea, and although we had to try and blot out the screams and shouting of Chavs busy beating each other up.

Today, I feel awful. My throat has been scraped by razor blades, my nose is dripping and my head is spinning. Or I have a cold or something. I’ve got to e-mail my boss a report, but *eh.*

Sat around feeling sorry for myself and drinking Lemsip. I just watched Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets on Sky, as well. Mary and I had to explain a lot of the plot to Adam, who found himself getting annoyed with Filch’s cat and the Whomping Willow, of all things…

[Tree is smashing up Ron’s car good.]

Adam: Who does that tree think it is?
Becky: It’s the Whomping Willow. It’ll smash you good if you come near it.
Adam: How dare it? I’d chop it down and teach it a lesson.
Mary: It’d twat you.
Adam: I’d throw petrol bombs at it.
Mary: It’d throw them back.
Adam: [enraged] That’s a cheeky bloody tree.

*sniffsniff* Erm… better get me some more tissues. My head is throbbing... I blame you, sc1ssors1ster.