Polly Moves Up in The World

God, it’s been a hectic week, two days, four hours and nine minutes.

I’m moving out of my flat and so far that’s how long it’s taken me to pack.  And I’m still packing. I’m sitting in a sea of cardboard and black bin liners and the place looks like a bombsight. It’s probably not the best first impression a potential tenant gets when they walk through the door. You’d swear I was trying to put them off.

I’m such a hoarder and I have accumulated some shite since I moved in 2 years ago. Like, why on earth do I keep Tesco coupons six months out of date, or special blend Christmas tea, two years out of date? Or an old student card 18 years out of date? Still, isn’t it nice when you find an old photo of your eighteen year old self and realise you look way better now, eighteen years later? (Yeah, I will be 36 in exactly 2 weeks)

I am moving up to Queens Park, formerly the arsehole of London, but now after a few years at finishing school, a facelift and a good colonic, Queens Park is the new Notting Hill. I am serious. This place is fabulous and I just cannot wait to get up there!

I’m moving in with another mad Irish woman, actress and singer, Bronagh Gallagher. Seriously creative times are ahead!

Tonight is my comedy night at The Paradise and gig number 35! Not bad going in just over 3 months. As a special one off we have a hot new band called ‘Playground Legend’ playing us out. I said yes as they are all such fine specimens and Radio 1 has tipped them as one to watch in 2008. All the girls are coming so there will be some serious watching going on tonight.

In a bit of a dilemma as to what to wear tonight… as everything is packed up and most of it is now at Bronagh’s… including my epilator. I’ll have to make sure none of those hot young men get to close to my legs or they might get third degree sandpaper burns. Definitely too hot for tights tonight.  

Anyway,  must go write some jokes so I better sign off…. My public awaits!

P xxx