Obsessed

I didn't go to Coachella - instead, I went back to Suffolk and to Cornwall, and spent all my excess cash on pasties, cream teas and multiple potential wedding-guest dresses that remain, unworn, at the back of my wardrobe.

I harbour few regrets. Certainly none about prioritising friends and family over hanging out with scantily-clad hipsters in the desert.

But I do wish I'd seen St. Vincent in action.

It's entirely possible that I've listened to this song more times than I can count on both hands in the last few days.

Oops.