Bags

Life has a way of robbing The Chipster of every last penny. I’m about to nip out to buy myself some new luggage for the trip when I used to have a perfectly fine set of suitcases on top of my cupboard.

I’ll be honest with you and admit that I’m beginning to have some reservations about this whole trip. I never expected it to cost so much and another hundred spent on luggage was the last thing I needed. Unfortunately, my old suitcases are in a terrible state. I discovered that my little Romanian barfly has been using them to hoard vegetables ready for the winter. As they say, you can take the girl out of Romania but you can’t take Romania out of the girl.

I’ll be leaving early tomorrow, so hope to be updating you sometime over the weekend. I’ve made sure my hotel has wireless internet access so I’ll be able to give you some first hand account of my time at the convention. I don’t know if I mentioned this but I managed to perfect a Neil Kinnock routine and it’s pretty impressive. I showed it to a few people last night and they swore that Neil Kinnock was stripping on stage for them. I think if I can convince a few real Welsh ladies, it will be even easier to convince the convention judges. Wish me luck!

Right. Gabby’s standing by the door chewing on a raw radish. The poor thing just won’t let food go to waste.