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Gig was ace. Really good.

• Support were McQueen, who are officially the most beautifullest support ever. Girly-metal, that kind of harsh vox that I’m not a great fan of, but dear god the singer (and the guitarist with the boobies) were lovely. Not to mention the barmaid, up to the usual King Tut’s standard and then some. But McQueen were English too.
• I wore £50 dancing shoes to a gig. I moshed. The shoes are fine. I love these shoes. Are shoes going to continue to get better after this? Is that possible?
• MCM were fucking grate. Everything from the mad roadie (fat, ginger, Japanese, dancing) to the reading-off-a-sheet schtick (chan you shpeak japaneshe? We rove you… … Grasgow!) to the playing-all-my-faves-at-the-end to the me-actually-moshing-for-ten-seconds - made me feel like I was considerably younger and fitter. Probably wouldn’t have liked previous gigs anywhere near as much though because I’m definitely in the Dreaded New Fanbase and much prefer actually dancing to the happier stuff: was perfectly content to headbang and mime to the rest (I am actually better than Milkdrop at detection).
• Alright. I’m walking home after the gig, it’s 11pm and I’m whistling the verse to Island in a really loud, clear way that carries for ages. And I’m passing some trees and all of a sudden I heard other whistling.And the birds have woken up, and are singing. Birdsong to accompany me home, at eleven at night. If I’d been drunk I’d have cried. It upsets me that I’ve messed with the birdies’ sleep patterns, but I can’t worry about everything.
• Watched my first episode of Peep Show. How funny? Kaiser Sose Hall was just superb.
• …and no alcohol involved. Woohoo. Still felt like a fruitcake, but that’s due to my “vulnerable” thing. I’ll need to get over that properly soon, because I actually really enjoy taking the plunge and should do it more often (even when I cock up, like tonight. Must keep remembering how timing works). Same again tomorrow, because it’s fun to go out for no money and stuff. Only dilemma is the choice of venue. Must try to get hold of the Cuthbert.

So yeah. Best Tuesday for ages. Wish I’d kept this for the last few years. I can’t even remember any good Tuesdays since, like, The One With The Edinburgh Festival And The German Exchange Student. And I still felt like an arse for much of the night.

Tags: musak, success

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