Current location:	pool of my own unwashed filth
Current mood:	still drunk, perhaps
Current music:	radio four
Entry tags:	carlos, didz loves stan, dpt, fanboys pfft, gary baby gary, i scream when i come, pictures pictures poor poor pictures

oh goodness me. not hungover at all, which is making me feel a bit like I've pulled a fast one because really, so many doubles that I fell over in snafu. again. also got my feet cut up at dpt, but didn't notice until moved on to snafu for some electropop and suddenly realised there was blood everywhere. Recall quite brightly shouting "but it can't be my blood! I can't feel anything!"

Quite.

So. Dirty Pretty Things! was pretty immense. Okay. I think I can remember what they played, but the order is going to be off. Got confused. Well. When I say confused, I mean wasted. And some fanboys (looked about 12) nabbed the set list.

also I think the melody maker was back here? showing delightful levels of ignorance I ask you is that the one that is all sexual and scuffed up? if so, it's definitely back.



Buzzards and Crows
Hippy's Son
Wondering
Doctors and Dealers
Tired of England

er...yeah, I'm pretty sure on that order, but I was all sweaty and crushed and yeah pissed. Then:

Last of the Small Town Playboys, Chinese Dogs, You Fucking Love It, Deadwood, Gin and Milk, The Gentry Cove, The Enemy, Plastik (fucken' k, right?) Hearts

Then they fucked off for a bit. I'm suspicious that this was a fag break. Stan came back on with a half-smoked cigarette, and as he, Carlos and Didz huddled before beginning, Stan caught Carl's eye and took a massive, exaggerated drag on it. Carl made the most delightful "ooooooooooh!" face back at him and rolled his eyes a bit, which caused much hilarity. That Carl didn't, you know, steal the thing off Stan suggests that he'd already had his nicotine hit? o timores o mores

Anyway, so then (and I do remember the order here! hahah):

This is Where the Truth Begins
B.U.R.M.A.
Bang Bang

So yeah. No Come Closer, the bastards.

Other Deliriously Great Moments:

1. Stan and Didz doing some old school oh-i'm-sorry-did-i-just-rape-your-mouth-don't-worry-no-one-will-notice-we're-singing mic sharing. As it were.

2. During the intro to The Enemy, Stan kissed Didz' cheek and then hoofed it to the other side of the stage looking quite pleased with himself.

4. Didz bit Stan's arm. Quite violently. Properly bent over and sank his teeth into the poor boy. I enjoyed it. Can't remember at what point this happened. They bite, this band.

3. Swear to god, Didz did not close his mouth ONCE. At all.

Conclusion: what gays. I loved it.

Right. Yeah, I've never seen dpt live before, so don't have much to judge them by. As a first timer, I thought it was a blinder of a gig. They sounded fucken' fantastic - who the shit produced Tired of England? It's obscene how much better it sounded live. Had, like, a tune. Hippy's Son was AMAZING. I downloaded the free copy t'other day and spent quite a while shaking in fear/amusement/no really fear, but yeah. it's hilariously great. Hadn't properly heard Buzzards and Crows before, could hardly make out any of the words, but again, it just sounded really good. Plastic Hearts and Truth were slightly different to the versions I've got on le ipod - think it was arrangement rather than words. Well, apart from no "Tell me!" from Stan in the former. Barse. I love that tell me.

Didn't get much chat from the boys. Just a bit of "hi Aberdeen. It's hot." Tell me about it, stud. It was unbelievably hot, I tell thee. Sort of an endurance test of a gig. I started the night with straight hair and eye liner in the eye region. Ended it looking like I'd taken a dip in some sort of fan-boy filled pond. Carl, the kill joy, declined to take all of his clothes off despite looking the same. He did take off his hilarious leather no sleeves thing. But that was all. Sigh.

Also: Carl's jeans were baggy?!?! what the shit? Doesn't he have tiny, tiny legs, though? bless him. His built-up shoes...hahahahahahahahahahaah. But dear god he's an attractive motherlicker. hair looked glorious for the five minutes before moshulu turned into a sauna.

So photaes. Would you credit it, cameras were BANNED? I mean, dude, I bought batteries. I can't afford apples, but I bought batteries. grim. The bouncer on the door let me keep mine on me, but made me promise not to take any pictures. As if. Most people were taking sneaky pictures on their phones, but my phone is seriously rubbish. Thus. I'm afraid I played it safe and waited until the last song - figured if they tried to chuck me out, I would get to reply: "NOT BEFORE I LEAVE ANYWAY! AHAHA!" So, bear in mind when viewing these that I was attempting (whilst wasted) to be surreptitious, and that the smoke machine was on. And that the gig was pretty much over. And that a load of crowd surfers were kicking me in the head. Hopes sufficiently quashed?



fucken' smoke machine. anyway. remembered through a haze of sweat that camera does in fact zoom in:



too close, too close!

anyway:



Carlos! not his most attractive side. But on the plus side, look at all those fanboys. haha. and yeah. might have sort of seized his hair. and potentially squeezed his fingers a bit. came over all grabby fangirl. am ashamed. And when I say 'seized his hair' what I really mean is 'ran fingers through with great reverence'. As you do.



gaaarrry! aaah he's great. and fucken' ripped.



Stan makes off with Carl's Jameson's. He treated the many bottles of water laid out on the stage with supreme disinterest and necked that all night instead. what a dude.

Don't really have any pictures of Didz. Sad. Have one he's staggering about but you can't really see him, and one of him and stan crouching at the front but jeez it's blurred as hell and makes me feel incredibly sick. maybe I have a hangover after all...

Out of the sweat pit:



oh my bob. anyway, nothing a bit of powder can't fix!



also nabbed Carl's guitar pic. he tried to throw it into the crowd, but being the sportsman that he is only got it as far as the barrier. managed to squeeze a hand under. jesus. went quite far, there. in my defence, I was a bit tipsy.

now. let's see if I can remember how to do lj cuts. because this really is a MASSIVE ramble of ungodly proportions. hurrah.

also apologies for mahussive photos. tried to crop 'em in photobucket but was incapable? I must have been pressing the wrong save button or summat. am just an idiot. ah well. such is life.