Guardian Girl

The title of this post is a joke about a part of the brain called the cerebellum. It’s also a joke about what happens to your brain when you are having, or have had, a proper weekend.

Please find below some specific examples of things that can happen:

• You can decide that going to a music festival is better fun than staying at home straining milk and yoghurt to make artisan cheese that will probably taste of rotten yak skin.
• You can decide that going to a music festival dressed in a rough approximation of what you might want to wear is more fun than going to a music festival dressed like a rough approximation of someone you’d avoid on the first day of university in case you ended up being friends with them out of obligation.
• You can find, the day after the festival, that you’ve woken up at the exact same time you were supposed to be at the office because either your alarm failed to go off at all or you failed to be woken by it, despite there being at least one reliable witness of the alarm having been set.
• You can arrive at work in the outfit that was quickest to put on rather than the one most closely resembling a Guardian model.
• You can temporarily forget most words other than ‘thingy’, making bullet points seem more appealing than full sentences.
• You can discover, on the plus side, that THIS IS THE MAN.
• Anyway, here are some pretty lame outfit shots. Brain probably back tomorrow – see you then.
• x

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The 'would you like to come to my really crazy burrito party I'm having with my flatmates on Saturday it should be really fun my friend Karen will be there I think you'll get on like a house on fire she's a bit crazy like you she can drink so much tequila !!!!!' brigade