'Where are we in time?' he said.

'You know... where do we exist? When do we exist? In the past, the present, the future? I mean, we don't live in the past do we? And we don't live in the future. So that only leaves the present.' He was grinning a bit too madly for my liking now. 'But when's the present?' he said. 'When is now? How long does it last? A second, half a second... a millionth of a second? You can't just be alive in a millionth of a second, can you? It doesn't make sense.'

Extract from 'Black Rabbit Summer' by Kevin Brooks. Pg 101

I went to a gig on Friday night. If you've read my blog, in particular the post about the 'Winter Festival' thing with The Saturdays, then you'll probably remember a girl I talked about who stood next to me and 'danced' in her high heels and kept standing on my feet. Anyways, this gig, it was inside this time. In a pub. The bands started and we made our ways to the front, by the stage. The music was good, we were all having the time of our lives, when look who pushes through the crowd to stand at the front next to me. High heel girl. And have a guess at what she's wearing on her feet? Yup, high heels. And what do you reckon she was doing? Yeah, her little 'dance' that involved grinding her arse into the people all around her, waving her arms in peoples faces and shaking her head, there were extensions all over the shop. Blah blah blah, moan, whinge. She annoyed me helluva lot. I think my feet have died form the amount of stabbings it received from old pointy heels. But anyway, she pissed off after a while and we carried on as before.

As I said, the music was proper good, and we saw some old friends there who we haven't seen in quite a while (Granted, they were all off their faces but it was lovely none the less.)

Anyway. The bit at the top is from a book I read a few weeks ago called 'Black Rabbit Summer'. It is honesty so good, I couldn't put it down. It must be one of the best books I've read since The Twilight Sega. But at the moment, I'm reading a book called 'The Wasp Factory' which is also pretty good, although pretty macabre. My Mum suggested I read it the day before yesterday and now I'm hooked :)

Tomorrow will be a day of revision, coursework and speech writing for English Lit.

Wooo Hoooooooooo.