Twice The Blog In Half The Time!

I didn't blog yesterday which was a bit odd, but it was because I got home at past midnight basically. So you're getting a really long blog now...

Right, so, yesterday:

Got a bruise before the gig had even begun when a "large" woman in high heels barged Bee into the barrier and stood on my foot... at the tube station. Kelly, Bee, Ashleigh and I got to Camden about five-ish, and saw a distinct lack of queue so we went and got random sandwiches and brownies from Sainsburys, and sat down with the other 2 queuers.

Kelly and I got bored and wandered over to where we could see Deaf Havana, and started talking to their drummer until the lead singer came and spoke to us, and interviewed us for something. So if I'm in a Metal Hammer podcast, ye'll know why. We also got filmed scaring the living death out of the Deaf Havana drummer. What a sweetie.

We got in and didn't really have to scrabble for the front... we got in comfortably front row, Kelly and I to the right and Bee and Ashleigh to the left. The first band, The Monroe Effect, were nothing special but they had a cute (and very toned, scarily so) bassist whose fingers ended up bleeding. He then had a lovely chat with Kelly and I, and we promised that if we ever saw them again we'd bring him plasters.

The Casino Brawl were next, and they were better than I was expecting. Kelly sort of fell in love with the singer as he screamed to her quite a lot, and he also managed to scream at Bee (I think) and nearly gimme whiplash with his mike cable. The bassist ruffled up my hair for no good reason too...

So, Young Guns. I think I fell in love with them. Fraser and Simon were on my side of the stage and Gus came over quite a lot. I had fun making silly faces at Fraser and he would always kind of smile and shake his head in return. Fun fun fun! Simon looked like a convict in his striped shirt. Not a good look for him. Gus sang to Kelly and Ashleigh, saw Bee dancing and joined in, and generally swaggered about like a loon. Kelly insisted he read my arm (I'd written a Weight Of The World lyric on it) and Gus decided it'd be a good idea to kiss it. The set ended, and I promptly passed out on stage.

So yeah. The next ten minutes are pretty fuzzy. I remember Kelly getting me water, and hobbling to a sofa... then I can't really remember anything until Gus came over and hugged me.

If you want details of the rest of the night, ask my friends. I can't really remember much, just scaring Simon and Fraser with hugs and Gus and Ben calling me hardcore... and Gus complimenting my fringe.

Great day.

Plectum status: in limbo until the chain is fixed.