Hi, I don’t do this much these days, but I’m bored so here I am. Hi. I needed a haircut really badly, so I got one, and that’s pretty much all I’ve done today. Also, I got a shmancy new webcam, a decent quality one… so decent you can actually see what’s outside my window. I’d use this new found capability to show you the creepy man-who-turned-out-to-be-a-woman who was creeping on me from his/her window last night, but he/she’s currently not there. That’s a good thing though because the way they were leaning to the side to try to see me when I was hiding behind the window from them was really fucking creepy.
There’s nothing much exciting going on with me at the moment, other than I’m on holiday from work next week which is nice. I don’t have much planned other than trying to experience the elusive ‘lie in’ that my body clock has been keeping away from me, although I am going to Birmingham on Thursday to celebrate a certain buttmuncher’s birthday. Most excited!
Other than that I may try to rediscover that thing I’m told is called a ‘social life’, so if we’ve not hung out in a while hit me up!
I love Manchester. The Deaf Institute is an awesome venue, and Satan’s Hollow is like the Cathouse but way better.
The gig that night was probably the best of the tour, so much energy! Satan’s Hollow and the rest of the night consisted of the following:
- Not being able to tell the gender of half of the people in the club
- DU HAST
- Many, many drinks
- Having a shot of whisky and not dying
- Dance moves such as ‘chopping the wood’
- Ending the clubnight with a truly epic group singalong to Total Eclipse of the Heart.
- The world’s most enthusiastic taxi driver
- A cat pissing in Sarah’s suitcase.
Expensive drinks in the Reading venue, but £1 shots, made for a very messy start to the night. Sarah’s idea of buying 12 shots at once in spoons after the gig made for a very messy end to the night. I did get to watch Workaholics briefly in the back of a van though.
After Coventry we drove to Leeds, where we stayed in Nicole’s awesome 11th floor flat overlooking the whole city.
The gig was in the Cockpit that night. The last time I was in the Cockpit, I woke up the next morning with a scarred knee. Thankfully this time it was more gentle on me, and all I got was a weird graze on my stomach from when I crowdsurfed and had a wee dance on the stage.
We failed at partying that night, and instead went home to watch Easy A, which everyone was shocked at me for not having seen before. I also listened to Savage Garden for the first time on the drive that day, so all in all I received quite the education.
A couple of weeks ago I flew down to London (as Alana said, you can tell I’m not a student anymore because I’m getting flights instead of megabuses) and somehow managed to drive all over England for the next 4 days without once being affected by the major flooding.
The first night of the tour was at the Kasbah in Coventry. It was a bit of an odd one because the gig was during the club night, but it was good. Then we all got very drunk, and no one would dance to motown with me.
Then in the morning we went on an adventure to Ikea where we all got colour-coordinated towels. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to go through Ikea without buying more than the one thing that you’re in there for? Damn their clever shop layouts!