Popping My Cherry

That's what we'll be doing tonight. No I haven't decided to turn this into an intimate and graphic blog the 'cherry' I'm referring too is my Westfield shopping center cherry. I used to live down the road from it and now live slightly further down the road from it so feel that I do really have to go at some point. I'm using Christmas shopping as my excuse and secretly hoping that Mr J will arrive and whisk me off to Yo Sushi (I've got a raw tuna craving). I've heard good things about Westfield... but maybe that had to do with the free champagne that was being handed out (god damnit I missed that) so I'm thinking that it won't be quite as horrific as I'm expecting it to be. Wish me luck - if I never write again I'm still wandering round the Westfield trying to find the exit. Send help xx