I Lost My Specs...

We Are Scientists
Shepards Bush Empire
24-4-2008

I know its the Monday after the show, but I've just stopped bouncing around from excess energy produced at the gig.

By the time we arrived at the Empire, my mates and I encountered teeming droves of teenies. We gulped nervously. Why all the teenies? Isn't it cool anymore for 20-somethings to go gigging? I missed that memo.
We took our places in the pit - second row from the barrier - and waited.

The opening acts were dull - to say the least. I didn't catch thier names as they didn't give them. There was a moment when Keith (Murray of WAS) joined them onstage for a song.

The lights went out and suddenly, the (now) duo hit the stage, opening with Brain Thrust Mastery's Ghouls. The Empire erupted! Swaggering through hits 'Nobody Move', 'The Scene Is Dead' and 'Inaction' just to remind us why we loved them to begin with, before injecting newbies such as 'Lets See It', 'Chic Lit' and leading single 'After Hours'.

Keith then took an ill judged jump off the stage towards the barrier during 'Tonight' to do the whole 'greet the fans' thing. Little did he know a close aquaintance of mine was a bottle of wine down and took it upon herself to grab and squeeze his ass. He had no choice but to laugh it off and quickly retreat back to the stage before the girls kidnapped him and they couldn't rip through 'Dinosaur', 'Lousy Reputation', 'Its a Hit'.

All the time, the crowd needed no prompting. Arms in the air, clapping madly away with voices raised in anthemic union. Shu!
Encore rounded off the night with 'Lethal Enforcer', 'Worth The Wait' and 'Great Escape' (which seemed to be written purely for this gig).

As good as thier albums are, seeing these boys live is a must! Smooth, professional, booming, anthemic (i like that word), swaggering and exhilerating!

Good job

Elastic is your friend

I never thought I'd say this, but,
Fuck Me! I need to lose some weight.

I didn't realise it before.

tonight, that is.

I was going through my small collection of clothes in preperation for a date I'm going on...yes, a date. But nothing fit! My old black slacks (of which I have 3 pairs) and I didn't want to wear a dress. So I threw on my old trusted jeans. Now I'm heading out the door, plans brewing for my 'look good for summer' plan.

so far i've come up with:

No more pizza.
No more beer (only vodka and cranberry juice)
No more kebab runs (haven't done one in a while anyway)
No more eating anything at all. (ok, maybe i'm overreacting with this one)
Use those trainers I bought. About three months ago.
Get more exercise (athletic sex is accpetable)

Any other ideas???

Growing Pains...

I'm a fan of 'coming-of-age' sitcoms...Friends, How I met your mother, The Class etc etc etc...

My problem is, no one has made a sitcom about someone in my position. In all fairness, my sister has started to write a sitcom about my moving over, but I still feel like an idiot when I watch these shows...albeit I do liek a good sitcom.

Only...
I never went to varsity.
I haven't had a lot of boyfriends
I'm not neurotic
I'm not a size 2 either.

My mates aren't all hotties.
niether are they sub human stereotypes.

I'm not a stereotype either.

Maybe if I was, things would be easier...

Cross country flight, take me home...

I got home around 1:30am.
1 bottle red down.
spent 15 minutes looking at photos from my last vaca home.

fuck me, but I miss everyone back home. Every single person I know (except my dad's wife). I especially miss my sisters, my mom and my mates - one of whom is in the US. I feel so alone. But, according to Facebook, I actually have friends here.

guess I should stop the drinking at all hours and get some sleep.

there are other schools of thought...

The Reason I've Been Busy...

Dear Makers of Bottae Vintae Pinot Grigio,

Firstly, kudos on making a wine so close to vinegar, it should be lablled - for pickling purposes only. And then getting the Pinot Grigio name out there and used by celebs who know nothing about wine, just so that you can sell your travesty of a wine at hyper inflated prices.

I don't drink your wine, but I do have to serve it to a lot of people, against my better judgement, but what can you do?
Have you heard of this new fangled invention called the 'Screw Top'. No corkscrew needed. No cutting my knuckles to shreds on the thick foil you have covering the cork. Thanks to your product, I literally bleed for my job. I don't need anymore bloodloss, thank you.

Please, go off, work on that vintage a little more in R&D before attacking the general public with it.

Thank you,

Insano 'Bloody Knuckles' Insomniac