Kirsten (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} kirstenin) wrote,@ 2007-12-21 19:06:00 |
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| Current mood: |  tired |
| Current music: | Jack Peñate - Spit At Stars |
When did two months start feeling so tiring?
Looking back, I see I haven't updated in quite a while, yet I've had an eventful November and December. So, naturally, I'll start in October!
Went to Glasvegas with Barrie to check out the Art School. It kinda made me wanna go do photography there. Met up with dear Jim Jams who was a delight as always. Key phrase being, "Hey, look, your child is actually playing with fire... I can predict the future!"
Then November came. What a mad month... It started off with me going to see Robots in Disguise on the 1st. But as I've substituted this place for a thread Jez made entitled "KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRSTEN!!!" in our secret place, I've already done a blow by blow account. So here it is...
So. My dad took pity on me at about 7.30 last night and gave me a lift to the venue. In the car with no traffic, we arrived there at about 7.45. I was planning to flog my ticket whilst waiting for the doors to open, but just as I arrived, we were allowed in. Down by £8. Gutted :D
Decided that I wanted to be right at the front so spent the time waiting for the first support band awkwardly texting people from the barrier trying not to look like a twat. I'm not sure, but I think I failed. I saw loadsa people wearing "The Sex Has Made Me Stupid" tshirts and made a mental note to get one at the end of the gig.
At about 8.15, the first band came on. Local band called Valentine. Started laughing when the lead singer came on, but only as I'd seen her on the bus with her guitar earlier. They weren't bad but there wasn't much of a crowd.
Theeeeen a guy going by the name of SabrePulse set up his two tables, his macbook and gameboys and started doing "music". I don't really get the whole Nintendorock thing, but I went with it anyway. Venue started to fill while he was on and people seemed to like him. He was quite funny, but odd.
People for Robots came on and started setting stuff up, so I thought I'd better take a photo of the bass with a little "Noelie Was Here" caption. I think he played this one...
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He left and people actually started coming to the barrier. I stayed right at the front, slightly to the right and chuckled as people behind me started singing RiD songs loudly and badly. Waited for what seemed like ages, all excited and nervous for no real reason. Me and some guys that were stood next to me kept looking over at the door the bands all come through to get onto stage, but one time, it paid off. There was little Dee Plume's head looking all excited with a whistle in her mouth. She blew on it, giggled when everyone looked round, then hid. The crazy cats who play drums and program the... technological stuff came onstage, followed by Sue and Dee. They launched right into DJ's Got A Gun.
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They played other stuff you shall learn of later, but it all got 'citin when they played Girl. One of my favourites. Sue came offstage and into the little gap between the barrier and the stage and started putting the mic in random people's faces for them to say "G-I-R-L: Girl!" then she only went and handed the bloody mic to me. Oh, how proud I felt after I'd shouted that. I just grinned lots after that.
They kept coming down throughout the rest of the night which meant I could annoyingly flash my camera in their faces.
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At one point, Sue took a drink of water, spat it out spray-like all over us and threw it on us and herself. 'Twas odd, but amusing.
Can't remember what song it was during, but they decided they were coming right into the crowd. Dee took the sensible route of running round the side of the barrier and right into the crowd, Sue on the other hand, took a more hands-on approach...
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Look at her, smiling away... Aww... We soon forgave her previous spitting antics.
After invading the crowd, they invited us onstage. I was about to leave when the security stopped letting people on, so I had to watch with the schmucks while the cool kids danced onstage :D
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I think that guy's name's Justin. He's hilarious.
Anyhoo, they were the notable events during the gig... 'Ave some pictures before I tell you about afterwards...
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So that was fuuuuun. And their guy gave me the setlist that had been trampled on, had water spilt/spat on it by Sue.
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After the gig, people were being encouraged to get the fuck out, so I thought "Ah well, better head off and get a lift home." I went outside and realised I'd forgotten to buy a tshirt. Figuring the band would be out soon, I thought I'd try get a photo with Sue and Dee and try scrounge a free tshirt off them. This was at about 11pm. I didn't wanna phone for a lift straight away in case I had to leave before seeing some Robots, so I put it off.
Turns out, I had to wait aaaaages and it was about 11.50 before Sue came out. I kinda walked awkwardly towards her and she grinned at me, so I presume she recognised me as that-annoying-shit-taking-photos-of-us-a
I asked for a photo and she said it'd be cool but then we got started talking about my little suburb ("Birdge of Don! Sounds like a metal band: Bridge! Of! Don!") and their Glasgow gig from a few nights before so a picture wasn't taken. Then Dee came out and she said she liked my tshirt.
Anyhoo, there was a shoe fiasco for dear Delia resulting in her little toe not going in her shoe with the rest of her toes. We all pissed ourselves and she made various people take photos as it looked all weird and she was concerned. Spoke about clothes, their whistles, little things, then got a photo. Dee making sure that her toe was getting the press it deserved, "Get my foot in, get my foot in!"
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I'm irritated at how red I look and how I started laughing too much to hold my "shocked at toe" pose, but still. Friggen Robots.
Close up!
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"Ooh, get a photo of my toe! Argh! It's like that for life now!"
After about 10 minutes I told 'em I had to be off to go home and Sue asked if I was gonna show 'em where to go clubbing instead, until Dee pointed out that they didn't have a day off the next day and Sue looked all disappointed and sighed saying "Looks like we're going home too then!"
Dee gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, Sue obviously felt obliged to do the same. I made some mild threat about them coming back and bringing me a spare whistle next time and left.
I forgot to blag a tshirt.
The sex has obviously made me stupid.
So yeah, that was good. It was all good stuff... NEXT!
The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster at the Tunnels. Another gig I went to all on my lonesome, but it was good and I got to laugh at the idiot wind-up toy-like moshers.
Pictures...
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Just one of the many times Guy looked as though he was about to throw up.
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Right there, I wanted to stroke his disgustingly sweaty face! But I resisted :D
I like the guy smiling away in the background despite being attacked by demon moshing folks.
Is it bad that I don't really remember anything that happened between this point and the Matt Berry gig? Nah, didn't think so :D
Again, this Maffew "review" is just copied and pasted from t'forum...
Right, so left, caught a train, met my sister's boyfriend from the station and we walked to a chipshop near their flat to get some food. Things were off to a good start when I saw a poster for the Berry gig in there as I left with my chips. We went back to their flat, ate, watched Whose Line Is It Anyway? and then headed for the venue at about 7pm. It said doors were at 7 on the tickets, so we said we'd meet my sister down there at 7.30. By this time, the doors were still closed, but a queue had built up. We met her and joined it. Soon, we went inside, hassle free and were greeted by the sounds of Richard Cheese being played on the speakers.
I bought a signed mouse mat that says "Matt Berry is I.T" on it for a fiver. Quite fancied a tshirt but they were huge.
Anyhoo, at about 8pm, the support band came on. I thought it was gonna be Berry's backing band, Jonas 3, as it usually is, but it was a band called My Tiny Robots instead. They were pretty funny and asked if anyone else had seen a guy outside with silver moon boots on. A few people had, so he did a shout out, asking if the fella wearing them was in the crowd. Noone answered. Me and my sister decided we'd go to the bathroom while they were on and on our way there, we saw the silver moonboots man! If you're gonna be the kinda person to wear 'em, surely you'd have the balls to admit it! :D
We also saw a guy who I'm presuming was a big Darkplace fan 'cos he had a white labcoat on. Either that or he was a doctor who just didn't have time to change before the gig.
The place was oddly packed. As I said to my sister, "you never realised there's so many nerds until you're faced with them all..." but after the support band had gone off, a few people headed for the bar. I decided I'd try get a bit closer before Berry came on. Turns out I had a pretty shit view as there was a really tall guy with huge hair right in front of me, so the few pictures and film clips I did get aren't brilliant. Anyhoo, moments passed and Jonas 3 came on. The drummer had dreads like Spider Dijon (which prompted a few cries of "'Ey! Spider!") and the guitarist was dressed a bit like a pirate. The bassist (who we later learnt had turned 21 that day) was dressed all normal. What a bore :D
They started playing and the projections to the back of the stage started. Berry was clearly backstage with a mic, speaking the words of the Introduction off Opium before eventually coming onstage. Dressed as an aeroplane pilot. He said hello and started singing the Innkeeper's Song off AD/BC with added vocals of the villagers. After he'd played this, he did his usual of "Yeah! This is good. This is real good!" then had a go at Pirate guitarist for playing while he was talking (the theme of this show as it would emerge, was fake band member abuse) "Oh, you're gonna play now are you? Rather than fuck about on the floor?" he took lots of his 'vodka' and started playing Reach For The Ground. A few people kept shouting "Whisky!" all the way through (I managed to resist shouting "Cream Pie!") and to try and shut them up, he just said, "Indeed" or "Yes please." after they'd say it. Don't think he was irritated, though, I mean, he's brought it on himself :D
Thennn, he got the lights put out (more: "Oh yeah, this is good, this is excellent!") to sing Lay Your Love On Me. But at the intro to it, after he said, "She turned round... all I could smell was gin." loadsa people next to me cheered, which made him do a little pause and a laugh. Was sweet.
The guitarist started playing the intro to Hangman ("I'm a hangman!" as opposed to "A morose fuck hangs over me.") to which he turned round and said "Shut the fuck up. You'll wait for me, my good man." I've failed to point out that all his onstage banter was done in his fake, Bainbridge-esque voice.
"Now this next song is about a job I used to do with a yank called Rich Fulcher (audience cheers) Fairly straightforward kind of job, involves ropes, prison, early mornings and killing people. Best days of my life."
He then name-checked some Edinburgh pubs he claimed to be in earlier in the day where he claimed to have killed an old friend when he insulted him "left his body in the toilet and his head in the Travelodge where we are. Just in case his wife's in tonight." It was here where he did his new trick he's been doing on the tour. The band would be playing backing music and he'd go, "Shut up a second! I feel sick. I'm not kidding, I could puke at any point. But you hadn't noticed, so I'll carry on. I'll just tell you a joke. There was this, oh fuck--(collapse)" then the band played the IT Crowd theme tune, after which he "awoke" saying he'd had a dream he'd been in a show "that people actually watched! Five million of them! What a dream, it really is. Fuck me! Let's carry on. This next song is dedicated to anyone who is wearing a white hood or has a white hood. Or anyone who's wearing a black hood. Or anyone fortunate like myself with no hood at all." So he played White Hood. Continuing the hangman obsession.
Then he let the band play the theme from Saxondale that he composed while he looked on, proud. At the end of it, he went into the Empty Room Suicide Song from Snuff Box (vidi: http://youtube.com/watch?v=Fwyj3D13QhA)
"The next song is a small tribute to somebody who I loved who died this year called Ronnie Hazlehurst, who wrote some fantastic things while he was alive. I'd like to play you a couple of those." and he played the theme tunes from Sorry and Are You Being Served?
Then came Snuff Box and Jetsetter ("I'm an aeroplane pilot. No that's bullshit, I work in the city...") Halfway through the black magic reggae came a highlight of the night, "Oh, fuck this, forget it. *looks at pirate guitarist* what the hell are you doing? You know something? That was the whitest reggae I have ever heard. You've made me look like an arsehole in front of Edinburgh. What happened to you? Your arse used to be beautiful. You know, I wouldn't blame these people if they rushed the stage and killed you." Pirate guitarist pulls a cutlass. "Whoa! Whoa, it's alright! Now, I'm hoping you have the next minute planned to perfection... *knocks the knife out of pirate's hand* Evidently not. You know the rules: Take your trousers off. You spend half the gig on the floor, then he becomes racist... Come on, man, these people have paid money! That's better..." it was only here that I realised the pirate was actually taking his trousers off. "Alright, you can get up. What's the best music in the world?"
Audience guy: "Jazz funk!"
Matt: "You like Jazz Funk? *turns to pirate* what do you think it is, cocksucker?" (the way he said it was truly beautiful, I'll need to youtube it for you all to enjoy. 'Cock-suck-errr')
Pirate: "Reggae."
Matt: "Reggae? Really? You can't play reggae. So, what's the best music in the world? Rock opera, 'course it is!"
Then went on to play Joseph's song from AD/BC.
Then everyone's favourite, One Track Lover, introduced thusly, "This song's about a doctor. That one *points to picture of him off Darkplace* Now, he fucked this patient who was made of brocolli, and as a result, his old chap turned into brocolli. That sounds quite ex-tra-ord-in-ary, but that kinda shit happens."
Everyone sang along, 'twas all lovely.
His keyboard player did a little unnecessary flourish at the end of it, which made Maffew pull out the plug, then go "Plug it in." then turned back to us, "Now, I've had a fantastic night. You're lovely. Lovely to look at as well." during this speech, these guys next to me started singing what I'd hoped might crop up. :D "And I need you more tonight! And I need you more than evah!" which made him laugh. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna sod off now. This is the last one. It's a song about someone with a large amount of vanity and even larger amount of self-loathing: me! This is called One More Hit."
He played it, while projections of stills from Watership Down were shown to convey the sadness of the song :D he did, at a break in the song, go "Heh heh, rabbits." and point at them :D
He left, then the band came back on and played random instrumentals. The bass player seemed oblivious to the back-projections "It's our bassist, George's 21st today." with pictures of him as a nipper and stuff. But when Berry came back on, he said, "Now, it's someone's birthday today. Someone's 21. That would be YOU! *points to an embarrassed bassist* Bless his little heart! George, my bass player, 21. Bless him." then he started to sing Happy Birthday all saucy and seductively to him then gave him a hug. "Happy birthday. Right, let's go!" and they played Snuff Box again (although it coulda been Love Is A Fool (Again))
"Just gonna introduce my band before I go. That's a guitar, that's a bass, those are keyboards, those are drums and I'm Matt Berry. Goodnight."
One thing I noticed was that he kept looking at my camera a lot. And winked at various people. I think my camera may have been one victim of this, but it coulda been someone behind me. Either way, I don't caaaaare :D
"Well, that was a good gig." I thought as I headed back to meet my sister and her boy, who praised the Berry. We hung around a bit at the bar and then I saw him. The man, the myth, the maverick walked by and stood by the merchandise stand getting photos and stuff. I went over and heard some guy ask if there was gonna be a second series of Snuff Box. He simply replied, "Er, yeah." he coulda been humouring him, but I bloody well hope not! I'd told my sister that fuck it, I was gonna go up to him and ask for a hug and she was to record it. She did, but it's a bit dark, so you can't really see it, sadly.
"Can I get a hug?"
"Sure, 'course you can!"
He gives good hug. So I told him this. He said, "Did you enjoy it?" to me. I presumed he meant the gig as I'd just given him a verbal review of the hug in four words. Then he took my hand and shook it. I thought this was odd after having already done the informality of a hug, but still, I held his hand with pride! I told him I'd bought Opium off Ebay and he looked a bit confused, but I didn't get into it as I was hoping he'd continue talking in his lovely lovely normal, soft voice. I asked for a photo and he obliged willingly. Then the guy we'd seen in the lab coat earlier invited him for a drink at this place and my sister chipped in that it claims to be the most haunted pub in Britain, so Matt said he'd heard that and was being all polite and lovely. I said I had to leave to go get my sister some food, shook his hand again and left swooning.
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Ever so sightly photoshopped, it's hardly noticeable really...
It was after this that we returned to the flat and I discussed dissertation worries. Then the epiphany came. The sister and the boyfriend noticed my lack of enthusiasm about the uni courses I applied for and it made me realise, I don't particularly want to go. Have I ever? I'm not sure. I've just always presumed that'd be what'd happen... But as long as I get to London and write some funnies, I'll be alright. I aim to work towards this by next September...
NEXT! Klaxons, Edinburgh again. Me and Baz megabussed it down then went to the sister's for tea and bag dumpage. We went to the same chipshop we'd been at for Berry two days before and the poster was still there, so I got it. Hurrah! Nice chip shop boy!
We had a bus situation in that we didn't know if we'd get taken to the Corn Exchange, but everyone that got on the bus we were eventually on came on and asked if it went to there. Funny. Ravey kids. We found our way there and joined the queue. Glowsticks weren't allowed inside, me and Baz were relieved we hadn't gone ahead with the tshirts with loadsa glowsticks sellotaped on idea in the end. We got in and went to the bathroom so that Barrie could draw on her face with highlighters, she also drew a 'tache on me in eyeliner. 'citin! Then we went and got some rum next to a guy in Boosh gear trying to be Fielding. Then we watched Crystal Castles from the sidelines. They were good. Then Simian Mobile Disco came on and lasted bloody ages. I would have enjoyed it more if there were words, I reckon... or I'd been inebriated. Soon, we got moved into the crowd before Klaxons, but when they did come on, it was madness. They played my favourite song second, Atlantis to Interzone and halfway through it, I felt my right shoe coming off. Shit. It was gone into the crowd. Then, oh crap, wait, there goes my left shoe. I'm standing there thinking, "I'm in the middle of loadsa people all pushing each other and jumping up and down in my bare feet. I am going to die..." I tried to bend down to grab it, but got moved away further just when I almost reached it. I was now quite far away from the right shoe and beginning to panic. Eventually I managed to encourage people to push me back and I saw it briefly in between flashes of strobe lighting. I bent down and grabbed at it, but people obviously thought there was a gap and moved in on me. I got up quickly with the help of some nice fella beside me "Are you alright?!"
"Yeah, was just looking for my shoes!"
"Okay, well good luck!"
One down, one to go. I kicked something shoe-like. Success! I kept my head up so people wouldn't presume there was a gap and crouched to pick up the shoe. 'twas sadly not one of mine! But I held it in case I couldn't find my left one! I was moved again, but by some odd twist of fate, so was me ol' left shoe. Without hesitation, I dived in, grabbed it, risking a broken neck and shot back up again. I knew I wasn't gonna stay right in the middle any longer, so attempted to get out of the circle of fun. It was bloody hard, let me tell ya! Shoes raised high above my head, some people realised what was up and let me out, but most jumped on my toes, bastards. I got out in the end and ran to the bathroom where I collapsed in a cubicle. I sat on the ground, getting my breath back and putting my shoes back on and slowly re-emerged. The toilet was empty and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The moustache was gone, my hair was a hilarious mess and I looked like I'd single-handedly fought off a gang of ocelots. So I went back out and found a quiet little spot to enjoy, but from a distance.
I was happily viewing alone until some woman said to me "there's a wee gap there if you want in front of me." I thanked her. She then said, "Ooh! I didn't notice you were wearing a Mighty Boosh tshirt!" and insisted on an odd high-five handshake. She later told me there was another gap leading to the middle of the dancefloor I could fit into if I wanted, but I told her I'd already been in and lost my shoes and she chuckled and told her friends. I liked her. She was nice.
I'd agreed to meet Baz at the merchandise stand, so we met up and regaled each other with tales of fighting our way through the crowds! I bought a Klaxons are Kunts tshirt and we somehow managed to find our way back the the sister's flat!
I thought that was the end of my November saga, but evidently not. I foolishly agreed to do some street teaming with Barrie. Note: If you're gonna do teaming, make sure it's for a band you've heard of and you like. This way, you get to enjoy a gig for free! If a band called the Vincent Black Shadow ask you to team for them, check them out first, then decide. They, themselves were alright, but they were supporting Silverstein. A band so terrible that we left in the middle of their set. I've never done that before, but it really wasn't my bag, baby!
With December brought three weeks worth of Saturdays at the AECC. Thankfully, not working. Went to see Kings of Leon with Barrie, the week after was Kaiser Chiefs (supported by the Little Ones and We Are Scientists) THEN Arctic Monkeys (but I was mainly there for the Horrors as I don't really like the Monkeys...)
Kings of Leon were alright, but really dull. Little to no crowd intervention, but meh. And a crowd full of pricks. And Child, Mum and Gran :D I did, however, get hugged by a stranger and made conversation with a few randoms, which is usually enjoyable! Afterwards, I went to Jill's and stayed there. Woke up the next day feeling like death. Had a head ready to burst open and kept feeling sick. I got home to discover dad felt the same. Was odd...
Kaiser Chiefs gig was excellent. Went with Jonny, we watched the Little Ones (aww, last time I saw them was at Moshulu...) then we met up with Keri. Me and her went to get some drinks and bumped into Jordan and lost Jonny. Watched We Are Scientists (aww, last time I saw them was at the Music Hall) Ended up over at the other side with Jill and Jamie. LOLworthy. We were quite far back but had a good enough view for Kaisers (aww, last time I saw them was at T in the Park '06) I'd been getting a bit bored of gigs, but they restored my faith in 'em. At one point, Ricky disappeared off the stage and although I was quite far back, this little path appeared in front of me and there was a security guard looking anxious walking along it and I thought, "Holy shitnuts, that's Ricky behind him." So as he went past, I thought "fuck it, I'll give him a grope!" and stroked his back.
He ended up going all the way to the tech-desk at the back of the arena and standing up on it, singing, but he had to get back onstage after a while, so came back the way he'd gone. He was singing along and I was amused and sort of attempted to dance with him, but in a really shit way, so he grinned as he walked past and I ruffled his hair. Lovely fella! Great gig.
Then the dreaded Arctic Monkeys gig. I'd somehow come into possession of a ticket for the second night of their two nights at the AECC. I wasn't complaining as recently I've quite gotten into the Horrors and they were supporting. I'd heard stories that they'd been getting a terrible reception as is to be expected from the majority of people you'd see at an Arctic Monkeys gig. Despite this, I was told Faris and Rhys really enjoyed the confrontational atmosphere. The Rascals came on, they were alright. They were joined onstage by Alex Turner, which gave the place a bit of life. I was at the very right of the stage and when the Horrors came on, they were set up at the other side. Bollocks. They came on to a backing tape of A Train Roars. This is what tickled me. Most of the crowd were clapping along with this and enjoying it, yet it was only when they saw what the band looked like that they started to boo and throw things. I tried saying to myself that it was cool as Faris and Rhys love the attention. Rhys was getting stuff thrown at him most 'cos after a while, he started telling everyone to bring it on. So, I was tryna convince myself that this was excellent, but I knew at the back of my mind it really wasn't. It was horrible to watch. So uncomfortable. Everything being thrown, you name it and it was chucked. Wankers.
And Arctic Monkeys were pish an' all, but I coulda predicted that. I stayed at the back for it and contemplated going home, but woulda been a bit of a waste.
Waited around for a bit afterwards with some hilarious guys who wanted to shake Faris's hand 'cos "it'd be like hugging a skeleton!" noone came out for ages, except Josh who came out for a fag. We were shouting at him from the barrier, but he didn't take us on, just stayed with his back to us. Then my lift turned up and I just thought "fuck it" and went home. Shite gig really. The Horrors were good and put on a really excellent show, it was just the wankers ruining it.
At school, I asked Jonny what he thought of the gig and he, despite being a huge Arctic Monkeys fan proclaimed it to be "dull as fuck. Kaisers put on a better show." True. Alex and crew were so boring. No talking or anything. How depressing.
Other things that have been good about this month, to lift the mood! I've bought tickets to go see the Mighty Boosh live in Edinburgh on the 11th September, London on the 22nd October and Glasgow on the 29th November. I'm already excited at the prospect of being in London. I love that place!
Most of this week has been spent worrying about my dissertation. It needed to be in by today, so I attempted to start it on Monday. Didn't get very far. Or on Tuesday. On Wednesday I started it and had about 800/3500 words. Yesterday was when I really went for it, showing I work better under pressure. I worked at it 'til 2am this morning. I felt I couldn't feel christmas-y until it was done.
It is now done and I feel ready to enjoy my christmas holidays. The world seems right. For now...
[Christy, I started this at 17.11 and it's now 19.03!]
Right, I'm off to go see St Trinians with Baz.
I probably won't update before Christmas, so to all, have a fantastic one, hope santa's not a cunt to you.
xk
(Hmm... odd that the above is 5349 words, yet my dissertation ended up being 3183 words. Just shows, if I'm passionate about it, I'll write more...
