Liam la, tonight was bullshit. Rick got a mad mosh pit goin in 5th ave to 2 libertines tunes, loadsa people holding hands, joining arms and dancing, having the time og=f oue=r lives, we were maybe fallin around the place a bit but twas a laugh. Some bitch is spotted complaiin to a bouncer "calm it down down now poeple" he says in his longsight m13 drwal, drawl even,
(can't find rick's delete button by the way_)-
Kilamgiro comes on, little lady in red dress is complaining again ("whats, your problem love? fuck back off to yorkshire!") more frantic dancing fron rick and next thing bouncers are opening doors with heads and we're on the street. Let's go back in and get omoon. Bouncer- "not a chance mate you're barred"
"what for"
"urrghhh"
"well"
"urrrghhh"
"exactly, we're just dancin you cunt, now lemme in for my bag and our drummer" ##
All's cool and we're at spar
So after we spend half an hour queing for fags (me and moon) we exit the shopto find rick engaged in conversation with a con-artist "samckhead" Lady in shiny new nike air shocks haha she is convincing and has us unanimously empathasizing with her (£1.50 from my gitar and "miccellaneous" fund is deposited nto her cup) turns out cunt of a boyfriend and bad parenting is involved, we're sorry but our own selfeshness takes over and a cry of "fuck this i'm freezin" echoes- moon the tight bastard.
Back and the flat and more of moons tightness emerges once again. A phone call is answwred ricks on the phone and i'm kickin the fucker and screaming "who is it?!" but the cunts ignoring us "yep...yep...up the stairs... turn left... e15" KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK Ahem- Liam- Moons bird turns up (not Laverne) so you know the one me mean Liam la.
major taking the piss by moon commences, snide, although he was on top form, had the room in stitches before he and lincoln threw their shit out the door as soon as they went to the bog. "haha they'll fuck off"
nope
Silly cunt s had kept their shoes so the bangining commences, they eventually cave in and open the door. Awkward moment happens, i'm typing this messsge as it happens. Words can't describe the lack of eye contact and atmosphere in the room. "you're all a bunch of wamkers" she says.The door closes.
Me "we were to be fair"
moon "nah you have to be a cunt sometimes"
rick "yeah"
Ahhh i think we need a blog for this shit. /anyone bored yet/
The Avenue, I've said it before, it's really not that good is it?! Same people, same fucking songs every week man! I mean, there are only so many times (about 5) you can hear Seven Nation Army and not be bored by it. It does nothing new, living in the past, boring bollocks. I'm all for playing a few classics (She Loves You and Psycho Killer being particular favourites of mine) but it might as well be a Madchester tribute night every night. Now, who is coming to the Doves gigs?
