stone the crows

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.

( gig )

went to primark (oh horrors) and bought that luella bartley rip off dress that EVERYONE has. But they didn't have the denim dress in my size, so it's allowed. surely. haha.

er yeah so thesis obviously didn't go to well, eh? not when you find yourself in primark of an afternoon...

might have to start taking photos of outfits a la thehighstreet - not that I lurk around judging other people's outfits, or anything. tralalala. of course not. it's damn fun, that community. ah well.

also got a belt, so my jeans hopefully won't fall down at dpt tomorrow. UNLESS I WANT THEM TO arrrrhaaahhahahaha. urgh. excuse me. ahem. I have informed my fellow dpt fan that we will be sniffing out an after party and finding gary to give him some love. also getting quite girlish urges to touch the pornstache, like bob fossil and brainbridge. I think didz would enjoy that. I mean, why grow it if you don't want fangirls to touch it? er. there is logic in there. there is. man.

also can't wait to see how tight carlos' trousers will be. almost going to be the best part of the night. I really enjoy that when I came back to stalking carl on the internet (let's be honest about it) he really hadn't aged at all (STOP STEALING FROM DORIAN GRAY CARL), but his trousers were about 3 sizes smaller than they used to be. hahaahahah. what a dude. (what a woman)

anyway. I'll have a camera. I've been ought buying spare batteries. I'm going to wear sensible shoes and fight my way to the front. If that fails, I have a tall friend. Thus. You knows it. There will be photos. and if I can remember how photobucket works, they'll be on here faster than you can say "oh christ. oh god. why am i still wearing my shoes. where are my clothes. my head hurts. i need water. is it afternoon already? have I missed fraiser?"

For now, still having a fight with demirag and his shitty animal models. poor fucken' bunnies. research blows sometimes.