...and so it begins.

Lucy. Female. 23. Friends, film, music, experience, conversation, clothes. The rest is history. This is my blog. I use it more so as a diary, a place to record, document, share, moan and marvel but most importantly, it allows me to say what I want. And if you're interested in what I have to say, then that's fabulous :-)

JUDGEMENT DAY!

I think I’m gonna be the first one to fall into this earthquake (can you even fall into earthquakes?) judging by the headache that has been bestowed upon me this morning. Last night I spent far too much money and drank far too much cider but it was pretty good. I went and saw The Cribs in Coventry with my friend Elliot and they were TOO good. I really miss going to dirty sweaty gigs, I need to start making them a regular feature in my life again. I think part of this headache is due to the fact I was making it my business to keep up with Elliot’s drinking, I’m usually nursing a pint for ages not drinking it in 5 minutes. Blergh. I was pretty disappointed The Cribs didn’t play Mirror Kisses and The Wrong Way To Be AND there was no encore! And even more annoyingly you get kicked out the Colly after the gig, what happened to getting entry to the club night?! Money grabbing bastards. Soooo we went The Phoenix which I enjoyed more this time, it sucked the life out of me last time I went in there. I knew it was a good call when Deftones got followed by Disturbed and finished nicely with Slipknot. However, two shots of Captain Morgan’s rum was quite frankly the most disgusting shout EVER. Just typing the name makes me taste it, errgghhh. 

But yeah, the night ended at the Colly again, I don’t remember too much from there! I know I heard some dub step and some Chase and Status… and some indie jingle jangle in the other room but apart from that…. tis aaallll a blur. After some roaming around cov for cash points/food/chatting to other Cribs fans, at around 3am it was home time. And in the taxi I actually wanted to die.

So here I am, sat up in bed watching The Vicar of Dibley, hating the burning sensation on my chest from last nights cider intake and waiting for the world to end. I’m supposed to be going out again tonight but quite frankly at the minute I’m not feeling it!

It’s also really really really good to have two days off work. It’s been a stressful week. I’m also starting to get post-Derren depression again but tomorrow night that will hopefully get curbed by seeing RUSH! I hate how things I’ve been looking forward to for months are coming and going SO quickly :-(

Oh well after that…GLASTOOOOOOOO!