Q: What Happens When a Fox Goes to a Festival On Her Own?

A: This.

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Yes I am on the stage in the dance tent. Word.

If you had asked me on Friday what my plans were for the bank holiday weekend I would have told you that I didn’t have any.

Nothing.

Nada.

Zip.

Then, all of a sudden, I had the best day ever!

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Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world

I had to walk into yours.

Sorry about that.

Typical barman after I've been in.

Typical barman after I’ve been in.

This is the completely opposite post to my declaration of sobriety last week. Turns out, I may be able to survive without meat and carbs but Sophie Anna Fox aged 28 and ¾ really struggles to exist without wine.

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In my defence, I was really really…sober

Dear Reader,

Please accept my sincerest apollos for the lack of post last week. To the 7 people that asked me where my blog was – I am very sorry. To make it up to you here is a name check:

Carly Harwick, Sarah Jones, Vic Higgins, Francesca Powell, Ayse Ince, Lauren Tully and Claire White – you are all ace! The rest of you, I can only assume your handwritten letters of support are in the post… Continue reading

“Boom Boom Boom…

Let Me Here You Say Way-Oh…”

If you just sang “Way-Oh” to yourself, congratulations you have passed the test. We are clearly kindred spirits and you are allowed to continue reading at your leisure. Continue reading