Leaving for Blackpool

Well, here we go again for another year.  Doesn’t time fly?  It seems like yesterday when I was parading around dressed as Cleopatra.  It probably was, knowing me.

Mum, Ollie and I are heading up to sunny Blackpool for the Masters World Championships 2007 in a couple of hours.  It’ll be slightly different to the last two years – we’re going by train rather than car; which if you ask me, sucks.  I don’t like carrying luggage on and off trains at the best of times, but when we’ve got a massive trolley containing my competition dress and other heavy items, it gets ridiculous.  Mind you, it shouldn’t be any worse than the Southern Masters last year – imagine carrying 3 trolleys each and having to jump off several different trains via Thameslink.

I’m nervous already; this event means the absolute world to me (no pun intended) and I hate it when it’s over.  That’s why I’m deadly determined to make that final – if I get eliminated then it’s all over.  And trust me, having to sit there and watch the others compete when all you want to do is be with them is the most horrible feeling.

Wish me luck!