And now it's Autumn again.

Aaargh. Blog, I miss you. I think of you every day, but I haven't managed to write a post for almost three weeks.

So what have I been doing for the last 19 days? Well, the first few days, of course, were spent recovering from the wedding-crashing incident and trying to persuade my parents that I'm not an alcoholic. This is the problem with publishing your embarrassing stories on the internet.

I've been to see two of the films I mentioned in an earlier post - Coco Before Chanel and Mesrine: Killer Instinct. Neither, disappointingly, were as good as I'd hoped. Coco was lovely, but it barely touched on her career, which is sort of the reason I'm interested in her, and we didn't see many of her designs until the last thirty seconds of the film. Mesrine, though, baffled me. It wasn't a bad film, but from the reviews I'd read (especially in the Guardian), I thought it was going to be exceptional. Vincent Cassel is great to watch, but there was no character development and just as you started to get into a plotline, it would stop short, never to be mentioned again. Also, I'm not averse to a violent movie, but at one point it felt like every single scene featured Mesrine smashing a glass in someone's face or shooting off their kneecaps at close range. My dad was next to me guffawing at top volume at the ridiculousness of it all while I sat grimly with my hand over my eyes, waiting for the gunshots and screaming to die down.

Off to see Broken Embraces next week. I think I'm going to have to give up on The September Issue for now. Even though it's been promoted to death by papers, magazines and blogs, it seems to be showing a handful of times in London at about three obscure cinemas. I don't understand why the distribution is so bad. My theory is that the media have gone crazy over it because it's about the media. If you don't work in this industry, does it look boring as hell? I suspect maybe it does.

I went to Notting Hill Carnival at the end of August. I always have a great time, but this year was odd. I blame it on the weather, which was not nearly as beautiful as it usually is for Carnival. It was a day that included rum and dancing (standard) but also one of my friends getting in a fight after pinching someone's wig, Tony from Hollyoaks being spotted working in a bar, and later, me and Denis having to take a stranger with a head injury to the hospital (non-standard).

Big Brother 10 came to an end last week. I wrote for the website, as I did last year, and again it was sad to see it finish. I work with such nice, funny people, and the job is so silly and entertaining. Next year will be the last one, and I hope I get to work on it again. Should be a good one.

Next week I'm going to New York, and I can't bloody wait. Also coming up this month are (possibly slightly less exciting) trips to Kent, Newcastle and Cheltenham. Actually Claire will be in Cheltenham and she's investigating a wedding we might be able to crash, so you never know.

The Newcastle trip is badly overdue. It's been a year since I was there. I feel very settled in London, but recently my heart is aching for Newcastle and my friends up there. Most of all I miss my honorary grandmother, Margaret, who is an angel. She sent me a letter yesterday with photos of her standing outside her house in Sunderland, and I burst into tears looking at them. Time to go home, Hattie. I'll try not to weep all over the blog when I get back.