If anyone wanted to control my mind, they would use The Blackout.
I am prepared to take a 2.5hour train ride to go see them, to ignore plans I have had made for ages, just for the chance to see them play live. And the fact that I am now not doing that, and haven't won tickets to see them on Monday, has been enough to move me to tears.
I can't think of a single other thing that does that to me. Not a person, not a motivation. For love nor money... but for The Blackout and Welsh Hugs? No answer needed.
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