Booka Shade

I was one of the many at the Booka Shade gig the other night in Tripod. They were pretty awesome, let it be said. Nothing like a cheesy pair of Germans banging out some good house. I'm finding it gas though, the security levels at these things. They practically strip searched us on the side of the street before we were anywhere near the frickin door, then when I got to the entrance they started tut tuting at my passport of all things.

'See, this simply isn't good enough'

'What isn't? It's my passport, the most official document I own to prove my identity.'

'Yes but you've only been eighteen since the eleventh of April.'


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Yeah, I didn't get it either. I'm beginning to think bouncers got lost somewhere in the process of evolution, maybe that's why they're so ugly. Natural selection and all that.

the morning after the night before.....

.... and what a night it was. The DJ played for nine solid hours while the rest of us party party partied. We're still cleaning up the peanuts.

Optimism will keep you going....

...when everything around you seems to be crumbling apart in the most horrendous way. I had a fairly awful 7 days just pass me by, but jubilance is always found somewhere. I wish other people would cop the fuck on and just know this. Why, oh, why do some whack-jobs feel the need to unload every single problem on you in one sitting? Whatever happened to being brave and proud in shouldering your problems and not breaking down everytime someone didn't shower you with attention?
Needless to say my phone has been powered off for the rest of the day.
I'm going to, in some way, find loveliness in the rain outside, clean my house, enjoy the satisfaction and then get back to this....



and this...



..and in the mean time I'll be hoping that in the event of someone stumbling across my modest little blog, at least one smile will be cracked at the second picture. And the first one will be explained in my next post, it's only half done, and hopefully will look much, much, much, better in the end, seeing as I don't even own the thing.

DONE.

Yes...

...I'm still drunk from last night and yes, I am an idiot.

Unce unce unce...

...have you listened to the new Bloc Party album yet? It's awshum. They've gone super-electro this time around.
Really, I'm actually finding it difficult to get the head phones out of my frickin ears. It's that good.




Also see that there, it's the beginning of a gauge, I also put down a deposit for my tattoo yesterday. I'm starting to freak myself out a bit.
Before I know it I'll be joining a travelling freakshow and eating bats heads for the craic.

Yes, the self-mutilation, it stops here.