Sleepy Sunday PostSecret Favourites

I am utterly and completely exhausted so this post is probably going to have even more spelling mistakes and typo errors than my first! I do apologise for not proof reading my photos post. I went to the Tate Modern on Wednesday with a very dear friend and saw three rather brilliant exhibitions. Or actually really only two and half as the third we didn't have time to do justice so we shall return when said dear friend is back in the big smoke. I have written a draft review of the Miro exhibition which I will post on here when it does not hurt just to have my eyes in focus! Yesterday I worked at the Foo Fighters huge concert/festival in Milton Keynes. Absolutely brilliant gig, great atmosphere; the end of the Death Cab for Cutie set was just marvellous, moving and beautiful in the way that only death cab (and The Postal Service) know how. Biffy Clyro were epic, lots of rocking popular tunes and sexy long hair, and then the Foos, were, of course IMMENSE. I don't even really like their new material, and am of the belief that after In Your Honour they haven't released a memorable song. But Dave, Dave, Oh Dave. He is just such a legend or as the NME awards crowned him "God Like Genius" Sixteen years worth of material meant they played a huge, lengthy set, full of classic hits and new more recent stuff. About half way through their set my heart actually started to hurt with how much I adored Dave Grohl! When he screams that tuneful grunge scream I want to burst with adrenaline and kiss him. I was dancing away behind the bar getting all sorts of looks, however found it very hard to care. Great gig, great shift, god awful journey home. Journey home resulted in my cancelling my shift to work the second day of the same gig (missing Jimmy Eat World and Dave being a sex god/genius/rock angel again... Sob) and being so damn shattered today that I feel incapable of doing anything apart from grumble. SO instead of my Miro review which I had intended to post today you shall have this. A selection of my favourite PostSecrets from the past two weeks. If you don't know Post Secret you should. It is lovely and if I miss a week I feel like I have genuinely missed out. This weeks selection is a good one too. So check out

www.postsecret.com

I feel it is important to point out that these are not my secrets and that PostSecret is not my ingenious creation. By posting them on here I am in no way trying to take credit for any of them, they simply touched me and thought they may resonate with some of you too.

Right now I am going to have a bath and go to bed before I have a screaming tired tantrum to rival that of my three year old brother Theo (Titch). Goodnight.

Like three-year-olds sometimes twenty-three-year-olds get grumpy, grizzly and need naps.