XXV
Last night was abso-fucking-lutely bonza.
Didn't go as expected, but still awesome.
So Gemma and myself moseyed up to Camden in the late hours of the morning, which was hindered by stupid Tottenham Court Road closing their Northern Line crossover. Bastards. We got a Burger King, and then shimmied round the various markets in order to find a nose ring. Sadly none were suitable. But Cyberdog had a sale on which was omglykewhoah because I love all their stuff, but due to poor fundage, I will have to return another day.
Then we went to Brixton and into The Beehive and had some wine, and the bar lady was LOVELY I wanted to adopt her. A boy walked past in a HIM jacket (you know the old write all over a pinstripe suit jacket with tippex job) and said 'YOU'RE GOING TO BULLET' and we said 'YES WE ARE' and everyone got excited. We had jacket potatoes, and 7 interesting males sat next to us. We befriended these males when one needed to borrow eyeliner to draw emo crosses on his nipples like Frankie in my icon. They did not like emo kids. HIM jacket boy came back and we ranted for ages about how good it would be.
Next was the newsagents/godknowswhatshop for some beverage, and in there we found a lovely boy called Kieren, who was trying on a fetching wig and announcing that he needed to find an emo boy because 'WELL, I'M A BIG FAG HAG!'. Kieren was with a boy called Simon, and they had other friends outside, so we adopted them also, and shared our bevs and cigarettes. They went to find their friends, but we found the anti-emo crew again, and talked with them about pissing up walls with a spotlight and slagged off emo kids so loudly that I thought we were going to get beaten up, but our age range was early 20s and everyone around was about 16 so I suppose there wasn't much chance of that. Most of them seemed to think we were funny in a very loud way. So then Simon rang me (WTF gave him my number?!) and was like 'COME ROUND WITH US' so we said to anti-emo that we would be right back, but we didn't come back, we went in with the others, thus reducing queueing time and chance of pneumonia. Boogied on up to deposit bag (first time bringing a bag, very weird) and then went dowwwwwwn.
Got in, absolutely legged it into the Aiden pit because it looked so fun, and oh it was, and everyone was dancing and singing, and Aiden were rather ace as much as I would've hated to admit it beforehand. Danced until my legs fell off, and as at other gigs they dedicated Die Romantic to Beatz.
Aiden went off, we mooched around by the merch bit, Jake and Wil (I refuse to conform to the spelling also) were hanging about there also, but it wasn't long before Wil got mobbed and had to sign people's nipples and things, so we didn't really see him much. Gemma got a Hawthorne Heights band thrown at her head by the merch people and she let me have it (I'M NOT TAKING IT OFF EVEN THOUGH IT'S PINK GEM) and we got another bev. Stood by the bar mostly for Still Remains, totally knocked my block off, they make such an amazing sound live, I am converted. Missed them a bit as we decided to investigate various bars, which took up the first bit of Hawthorne Heights. Went in for the second half though, and Jake was watching from the bar in the middle. I noticed he had a Beatz tattoo.
After HH we went and got our stuff provisionally, and when standing by thee soundbox, I decided that I wanted to get smack back into the middle of the Bullet pit, and so I just ran down and moshed my way about until I thought I was going to die. But I didn't. Some dude bit me though. Matt kept saying 'YOU'RE ALL GOING TO BE FAMOUS ON OUR DVDDDDDD!' which made everyone go more crazy. He started some amazing circles though. The one I decided to stay out of, two blokes chucked me into anyway, but I bounced back and pulled them in with me. Hand Of Blood on the encore probably made the set for me. But it was amazing. One of the best pits I've ever been in. Possibly even the best. Waaaaah it was great I want to do it again.
Then we RAN outside and I was going 'GIVE ME A FLYER' to everyone handing things out outside, and two boys said 'do you know how to get to the train station?!' and we said 'follow us!' and promptly ran in front of a bus. I mean it stopped an inch away from my face. But they ran in front of the bus also. Turned out they were younger but one of them was hot. The other one had lost half of his tooth in the pit. Rock and roll!
The tube home was good, we found one of the anti-emos who looked totally pissed off, so we started talking to some guy about how we were going to die on the underground because the tube had stopped and was making bad noises, and how if it was good enough for the rats it was good enough for us. But it moved. Found the other anti-emos at Kings X (I think?), went back to Liv St with them, and Gemma bummed in on one of their tickets and he got shut in the gate. Ahahaha it was funny. We all got another Burger King and a baguette, and went our seperate ways home.
THE END.
I'm sorry I wrote that all in a very hyper way possibly without correct punctuation but it owned and I had to tell you about it really fast before my mother makes me do something useful but I can't because I'm all beaten up oh gosh perhaps I'm still drunk kthxbye.
Didn't go as expected, but still awesome.
So Gemma and myself moseyed up to Camden in the late hours of the morning, which was hindered by stupid Tottenham Court Road closing their Northern Line crossover. Bastards. We got a Burger King, and then shimmied round the various markets in order to find a nose ring. Sadly none were suitable. But Cyberdog had a sale on which was omglykewhoah because I love all their stuff, but due to poor fundage, I will have to return another day.
Then we went to Brixton and into The Beehive and had some wine, and the bar lady was LOVELY I wanted to adopt her. A boy walked past in a HIM jacket (you know the old write all over a pinstripe suit jacket with tippex job) and said 'YOU'RE GOING TO BULLET' and we said 'YES WE ARE' and everyone got excited. We had jacket potatoes, and 7 interesting males sat next to us. We befriended these males when one needed to borrow eyeliner to draw emo crosses on his nipples like Frankie in my icon. They did not like emo kids. HIM jacket boy came back and we ranted for ages about how good it would be.
Next was the newsagents/godknowswhatshop for some beverage, and in there we found a lovely boy called Kieren, who was trying on a fetching wig and announcing that he needed to find an emo boy because 'WELL, I'M A BIG FAG HAG!'. Kieren was with a boy called Simon, and they had other friends outside, so we adopted them also, and shared our bevs and cigarettes. They went to find their friends, but we found the anti-emo crew again, and talked with them about pissing up walls with a spotlight and slagged off emo kids so loudly that I thought we were going to get beaten up, but our age range was early 20s and everyone around was about 16 so I suppose there wasn't much chance of that. Most of them seemed to think we were funny in a very loud way. So then Simon rang me (WTF gave him my number?!) and was like 'COME ROUND WITH US' so we said to anti-emo that we would be right back, but we didn't come back, we went in with the others, thus reducing queueing time and chance of pneumonia. Boogied on up to deposit bag (first time bringing a bag, very weird) and then went dowwwwwwn.
Got in, absolutely legged it into the Aiden pit because it looked so fun, and oh it was, and everyone was dancing and singing, and Aiden were rather ace as much as I would've hated to admit it beforehand. Danced until my legs fell off, and as at other gigs they dedicated Die Romantic to Beatz.
Aiden went off, we mooched around by the merch bit, Jake and Wil (I refuse to conform to the spelling also) were hanging about there also, but it wasn't long before Wil got mobbed and had to sign people's nipples and things, so we didn't really see him much. Gemma got a Hawthorne Heights band thrown at her head by the merch people and she let me have it (I'M NOT TAKING IT OFF EVEN THOUGH IT'S PINK GEM) and we got another bev. Stood by the bar mostly for Still Remains, totally knocked my block off, they make such an amazing sound live, I am converted. Missed them a bit as we decided to investigate various bars, which took up the first bit of Hawthorne Heights. Went in for the second half though, and Jake was watching from the bar in the middle. I noticed he had a Beatz tattoo.
After HH we went and got our stuff provisionally, and when standing by thee soundbox, I decided that I wanted to get smack back into the middle of the Bullet pit, and so I just ran down and moshed my way about until I thought I was going to die. But I didn't. Some dude bit me though. Matt kept saying 'YOU'RE ALL GOING TO BE FAMOUS ON OUR DVDDDDDD!' which made everyone go more crazy. He started some amazing circles though. The one I decided to stay out of, two blokes chucked me into anyway, but I bounced back and pulled them in with me. Hand Of Blood on the encore probably made the set for me. But it was amazing. One of the best pits I've ever been in. Possibly even the best. Waaaaah it was great I want to do it again.
Then we RAN outside and I was going 'GIVE ME A FLYER' to everyone handing things out outside, and two boys said 'do you know how to get to the train station?!' and we said 'follow us!' and promptly ran in front of a bus. I mean it stopped an inch away from my face. But they ran in front of the bus also. Turned out they were younger but one of them was hot. The other one had lost half of his tooth in the pit. Rock and roll!
The tube home was good, we found one of the anti-emos who looked totally pissed off, so we started talking to some guy about how we were going to die on the underground because the tube had stopped and was making bad noises, and how if it was good enough for the rats it was good enough for us. But it moved. Found the other anti-emos at Kings X (I think?), went back to Liv St with them, and Gemma bummed in on one of their tickets and he got shut in the gate. Ahahaha it was funny. We all got another Burger King and a baguette, and went our seperate ways home.
THE END.
I'm sorry I wrote that all in a very hyper way possibly without correct punctuation but it owned and I had to tell you about it really fast before my mother makes me do something useful but I can't because I'm all beaten up oh gosh perhaps I'm still drunk kthxbye.