Yey!!

 

6 whole comments!!

 

All fer me.

 

I guess I had better blog again.

 

Well, I have something to blog about anyway.

 

Last night!! HOW awesome??

 

I went to go see one of the greatest bands I could possibly name, WE ARE SCIENTISTS. And it ended up being better than the NME tour. WHICH WAS A FUCKING GREAT DAY.

 

Ergh, we had to wait out in the rain for about 35498439 hours though, for some reason. Which meant my hair went all frizzy. Schnerp. But ah well, in the end, it was so totally Worth The Wait. (yes, I am going to be  doing this throughout the entire blog)

 

So, I got at Al's house insanely early in the morning (ie. nine), and we watched TV for a bit. Then we watched King Kong while the others steadily arrived. Lu was first, then Alex, and Charlotte arrived while we were eating lunch. We were all... What's The Word?... Grooviefied in our cool togs. And we all looking amazingly cool. Argh, but when we were ready to go, it was raining, so we made The Great Escape to Al's mum's car. She drove us to the station, where we caught a train to Cambridge. We then walked a million miles to the backstage area of The Junction. And hung around for a while. We crept in through the gates, only to be marched back out again by a bitch (officail collective noun? Help?) of roadies. So then we did laps of The Junction to prevent boredom, and then we met CHRIS CAIN!! Yes! We talked to him through the bars, and took pictures, and got him to sign stuff. THEN WE SHOOK HIS HAND. Yes, I shook CHRIS FUCKING CAIN'S HAND!!

 

And breathe.

 

After a while, we got bored of alternating between doing laps and going to the toilets, so we went to Subway for food. Al didn't buy anything, she didn't have any money. What a Cashcow. Moop! I bought half a meatball sandwich, a cookie, a doughnut and a cappicino. Which wasn't very nice. Ohhww.

 

So then we did some more laps, and we then discussed whether to go to the cinema or not. It was a no, so we went to the arcade. Which had many a chav innit (heh, see what I did?.. Oh, never mind). So, after spending about £4237 on a stupid 10p gambling machine, I gave up and bought almost a kilo of sweets. Which was stupid, seeing as we wasted loads of them. Ah well. Lucky my dad doesn't read this, he'd kill me.

 

And then after gorging ourselves on sweets, we went up and down the down and up escalators. To be annoying and to kill time. Then we went to queue. We did another lap, and when we had, some rotten tealeaves had pinched our place. They were scary though, so we didn't make a fuss. So after that, it was about an hour and a half of changing people to go round the building and go to the toilet. Fun. So, out of pure, unadulterated boredom, we tore apart an umbrella. Which was fun. We hit it against a column many times.Whack, bam, It's A Hit. It smashed and splintered, but it diddn't tear. So, being the resorceful youths we are, we used a part of the umbrella to tear apart the fabric. Yey. Then we made wristbands.

 

Then James came over to us, and we talked about ways of getting him a ticket.

 

After more circling, visting the box office and wandering up and down the queue to see if anyone we knew had arrived, we were finally let in! We made straight for the barrier, and took off our jackets and hat.

 

We were in! And we were ready. The first support band came on - Foreign somethingorother . They were okay, fairly good, but the drumming was amazing! Really, really, wow. Yeah, just, wow.

 

So anyway, I was fairly crushed at this point, but I was okay. But then ¡Forward, Russia! came on. Aaaaa. They were good, really good, but people were so, squashy. All the time I was thinking if Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt (very bad grammar, t'cuh). But people moved, and people got hurt. Mainly me. Seriously, the drummer - an amazingly cool girl - stopped and asked if we were all okay. We obviously said yes, but somebody's elbow was in my neck. Grrr. They're not getting a Christmas card this year. Not that they would have anyway, seeing as I don't know them, but shush. Woo, so after much dancing and sweating and pain, they finished.

 

AND WE ARE SCIENTISTS CAME ON!! Well, after much Inaction, they came on, anyway. They were dressed in funky little ghoul costumes. Well, the roadies and Micheal were. Keith just came skipping on to the stage and started playing. I swear, he has the best, sexiest legs in rock. Or ever. They are just so.. Wow. So, after much staring at Keith's legs, Chris came on. With goggles on! How much does he rock? And then he started playing the bassline for the opening song. Woop! I danced and I sang and I sang and I danced throughout the entire set. I had again managed to get my way back to the front, which was good. What was so great about these guys was the little, almost stand-up, routine they did between a few songs. I mean, no Textbook or anything. Just banter with the crowd and each other. Oh my god I love them.

 

And then, at the end, Keith just dived into the crowd. Oh, how I envy those that touched THE LEGS. And James undid his shoe and someone else stole it. Unbelieveable. So he hopped back to the backstage, while we chanted his name as some sort of Callback. Then, when he didn't reappear, we retreived our coats and my hat, and bought some stuff - Which was all awesome. Buy anything there and you Can't Lose. Then we went out round the back and we saw Keith hopping very quickly over to the tourbus. Bless him. And then he came out!! Wooooo!! We taked to him and got him to sign stuff and took pictures with him. Some people gave him this bizarre three-legged stuffed cat with a t-shirt on. Which he looked pretty damn pleased about. Aww, and then he wore my hat while we took a photo. HE WORE MY HAT!! KEITH MURRAY'S HEAD HAS BEEN IN MY HAT!! His amazingly soft, sexy hair has been in my hat. His hair is so soft, seriously. Like a cat's. Except not. More like Keith Murray's. Yes, EXACTLY like Keith Murray's. And he hugged me while the photo was taken! HE HUGGED ME!! And then I made some comment about his new shoes, which were very shiny and glittery. They were amazing. And, apparently Ricky Wilson from the Kaiser Chiefs gave them to him!! How wow is that? Really wow, that's how wow.

 

And then he went back inside while we yelled "Bye!" And "We love you!" and blew kisses. Which he blew back. Woo!!

 

Aaaaah, what a day.

 

It's hard to believe that The Scene Is Dead now. I mean, it was so alive last night and now it must be really quiet.

 

But was it Worth The Wait?

 

I think so.

Yes. Excellent night.

 

Well, it was a gig. Of five local bands. Not too exciting, I hear you say? Ah, but that is where you'd be wrong. It was mega. Mega mega.

 

Right. So we began at the beginning. Lizzie caught my bus and came back to my house. We talked and read a magazine and did bugger all else. Oh yeah, we got ready. I got picked an amazingly shmexy outfit. I made myself up, we had tea and waited for Al and Char. When they came, we spent another period of time getting ready. Could have been ten minutes, could have been an hour. Dunno. Anyway, then it was Junction-ho! Off we went in our little, or rather, actually quite big, automobile. And then, a few Arctic Monkeys singalongs later, we were there! The Big J! Or whatever....

 

So, then, a few cookies and a SUGARLESS coffee later, we went in. After Jimmy and Ant declaring my dad an utter legend. Ah, but he is. Not hard to see who I take after then...

 

And we were in! We made straight for the sofas and parked ourselves. Tried getting my dad to order alcohol. Failed, unsurprisingly. Made out with twenty-three hot dudes. Oh yeah, when was that?-  In my dreams... Yeah, I developed my odd crush on Alexander - you KNOW who I mean - further and fell hopelessly in love with SGDFA. And with every single member of Ether State. Too much love in me at the moment, I swear. All unrequited. All my fault. Although Alexander and SGDFA did keep looking at me. May have been cause I was acting like a freak. Well, dancing like some crazed hobo girl, anyway. But SGDFA is so damn hot. I got all Red Bullifcated and danced and danced and danced and then danced into him. I actually did. Although I am so gutless, the second part of the plan didn't work. I didn't talk to him. Instead, I danced away and blew on his neck. Worked though, so I must remember that. My new PATENTED flirting technique. Fuffing on the neck. Genius.

 

Ahhh, but I must do a review of each band. First band: Axis. Mneh. No comment, really. Didn't listen to them much. They just did covers of old songs, I danced for a bit and got bored so I stalked off to the sofas. And sat. And sat. And sat. And... You get the picture.

Next band: Ascendia. Aha! Well, their music was quite good, but frankly, who was paying attention? Not me. I can tell you that much.

Next band. Ah, now shall I just waffle on about their greatness, or can we just take it as red that they were fucking awresome? Let's assume the latter. Yes, persons, Ether State fucking rule, and remember that you heard it here first. Possibly.

Then were The Males, who were a bit... Squeaky. But fun to dance to! Especially when you've had two Red Bulls and just don't give a fuck what the music actually is. That was when I danced into - *swoons* - SGDFA. *heart flutters*

Then, unfortunately for the last band, everyone left. They were quite good. We danced a bit, Lizzie stole my shoe, and then I almost crashed into some emos trying to fetch it back. Shame for me. They were.. The Elements?

 

Anyway, then we went. We walked back to the car, got in, started it up and drove back home. Well, that was the plan. Unfortunately, the car decided to die. And we couldn't see what was wrong, because the bonnet would not open. So we called the RAC. They got Manchetts on the job, they towed us down the road and then left us. So we waited for the RAC truck. Alice phoned her mum to get her to pick her and Charlotte up. It was then one in the morning. And then we had to wait another hour for the truck arrive. Then it took about an hour to get home. FUCKING RAC!!!

 

Then I got home, Lizzie's mum was there, she went home, I went to bed. Sleep. More sleep.

 

AND THEN I STILL HAD TO FUCKING GO TO SCHOOL??? We all did. Parents. Bleauh.