Leah Carthur's journal - rarely updated.



Well, really what I've done is given my page a little makeover. I've deleted my poorly drawn sketches, removed my pathetic graphics and started afresh with a little more...class.


You know what bugs me?

When I go on holiday, for example, to the Canary Islands (fortunately this is not often) in the blistering heat and ridiculously bright sun, I like to have something to drink, mainly so I don't pass out.

And in countries other than Scotland, they don't really sell Irn Bru! It's shocking! Maybe people like me LIKE to drink our traditional fizzy juice away from home! Maybe Scottish people are offended that our drink isn't good enough for Europe (I've never been out of Europe, so I can't speak for anywhere else)!

Rant over. Anyway, I don't go in for all this full-sugar-juice/soda nonsense. I don't want to get fat. On my last holiday I actually had to resort to drinking RED BULL!

Of course, I drank Diet Red Bull. But sometimes water doesn't cut it when you're trying to drown your misery (caused by being forced to go out in the bright sunlight) in a bottle of fluid.