This week has been a combination of me acting like im approximatly 10 years younger than I really am (que disappointment at inadequate Bandslam time slots), followed hastily by me acting like im about 30 years older than I really am. What a mind warp. I do like to keep people on their toes !
It came to my attention at the Newport centre watching LostProphets on Thursday that I have had a vested intrest in this band for nearly 9 years now, which is close to a decade, which is interesting. And standing amidst friends from all over the joint i thought about all the places ive been to and people ive met because of said band. Lovely times. I remember when they looked like this. lolololol.
I was still a moody old fart and did not appreciate the giant sweaty men elbowing along to Rooftops or the girl who bellowed back an answer to Watkins every comment with enthusiastic delight. 'How are you all doing tonight ?' 'IM GREAT THANKS, HOW ARE YOU ?' He cant ruddy hear you you knob, hop a bit closer than the back of the hall and you might stand a chance. I think Lais has a photo of us all floating around where I look like im visualising death.
That being said, aside the fact that I no longer enjoy playing sardines in a giant sweaty tin with over excited children, it was a grand old show and it was fantastico seeing the boys again. They never fail to put a smile on my face the moment they start up.
In other news, I love candied cashews and im off to make a pot of tea.
OUT.
xxx
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