As anyone who has been unfortunate enough to be in my company over the past few days has come to realise, I have been shockingly grumpy of late. Indeed, yesterday, I appeared to be on a one woman mission to piss off everyone I came into contact with - something which culminated in me stomping around Bootle on the way home from work last night whilst listening to These New Puritans before coming home and having a right old strop at my Ma. The short version for why I've been in a shitty mood recently is down to a combination of worry, delayed shock and the cumulative effect of a million minor annoyances. The long version? Well, remind me to bore you with the details next time I see you - but let's put it this way, I will be VERY fucking glad to see the back of February 2010.

So, today, I am calling a moratorium on being a mard-arse. OK, so I have a three hour meeting on e-newsletters this afternoon, and OK, I may have to spend my morning editing Paul McCartney's face out of a corporate video (yes, I do get all of the best jobs), but I REFUSE TO LET THIS GET ME DOWN. And if to prove this fact to myself, I've just listened to "Jet" by Wings THREE TIMES, and have only just managed to clamp my hand across my mouth to stop me going WOOO-OOOOOOH-OOOOOOH-OOOOOOOH-OOOOOOH-OOOOOOH-OOOOOOH along to it. (Although, seeing as "thumbs-aloft" Macca is sort-of my boss, surely there's some obscure clause in my contract saying that it's ok for me to sing along to his oeuvre at my desk?)

Anyway. In order to prevent myself slipping back into the pits of black hearted despair, I have made myself an extensive list of all the reasons I should be light hearted and have a skip in my step today. These include:

:: THE FACT THAT I AM SEEING FIELD MUSIC TOMORROW NIGHT: Boy oh BOY am I excited about this gig - so much so in fact, that I actually forked out real life money to make sure that I attended it instead of trying to blag my way in like the ligger I am in the name of "work". Field Music are pretty much my favourite band of the moment, and their album hasn't left my headphones since I saw the Guardian streaming it on their website last week (don't worry, I've bought a copy of it for my own personal consumption since. Remember kids, HOME DOWNLOADING IS KILLING MUSIC). Seriously though, everytime I think about this gig, I almost start fizzing over with excitement. God, I hope it's good. Don't let me down Brewis Brothers!

:: IT LOOKS AS THOUGH I'M GOING ON A GHOST TOUR OF LIVERPOOL NEXT WEEK I'm not entirely sure what to expect from this, but it looks as though it could be a laugh anyway. I'd like to say that I'm not going to be scared of any of it, but, you know, I'm the kind of woman who jumps out of her skin when mcgazz unexpectedly asks me if I want a cup of tea, so I'll probably just spend the entire tour screaming at dog turds and paving stones like the jumpy moron that I am.

:: TWO NICE PR LADIES ARE TAKING ME OUT FOR LUNCH OVER THE COURSE OF THE NEXT TWO FRIDAYS: If any PRs are reading this, I am a massive fan of booze of all flavours, cake, and anything involving foreign speciality meats. YES THIS IS A HINT.

Anyway, enough about me. What's tickling your fancy today readers?