Whee!
Life in London can be a Rollercoaster.
At least the past couple of days for me have been.
On Saturday, pissed off that my Japanese flatmate couldn't be bothered to check the meter when it was his turn to pay the Utilities (it was down to less than a pound) I took the matter in hand and decided to pay the electricity myself.
And promptly lost the Meter Key. Fuck. Fucking Fucking FUCK.
Then I spent a frustrating hour trying to find said meter key on the street, asking all the shops if anyone had handed one in, trying to find the number for London Electricity, getting it off Directory Assistance, being connected, being put on hold until my Mobile Credit Nearly Ran Out, Getting a call from Alison telling me she'll do her best to sort it all out, realizing I'm running totally late for the Blood Duster Set that I wanted to see, almost getting to the station and realizing that I left my Oyster Card in my jacket, having to run home then run back to the station. Tube to Bank the to Camden. Get into the Underworld to discover that:
Blood Duster are just about to play their last song.
Aw Crap. I was supposed to review this show.
The rest of the night is boring. Bad Black Metal Bands, a walk through Camden, a tube to Leicester Square. Seeing some guy going rank on his Girlfriend in the Tube Station. Seeing him shove her and considering saying to the guy 'Hey! If you raise your hand to her again, you'll wish you hadn't' (for the record, the guy was smaller than me), instead letting security step in, who bring in the police and decided at that point that there was nothing more I could add to the situation.
Two slices of pizza then the last train home.
Sunday: Get up at 12. Fifty pence on the meter. Throw jeans in the Washing Machine and start ironing shirts. Watch The OC. Talk to Landlady on the phone. Totally out of credit now. Have a shower and get dressed for Bleeding Through Show.
Go to net cafe, get interrupted constantly by dickheads on the Messenger thing. Go back to flat to get ticket. Walk to Station, tube to Camden, meet Brandan Schiepetti (sp) walking past the queue, who actually remembers me from the last time that Bleeding Through played London.
Later, I'm hanging with a couple of Australian HC kids and I get to talk to Marta, who is really nice and has really nice things to say about the Australian tour they just did.
Skip forward to ZAO, who were really fucking good.
But even better were Bleeing Through. Great band, insane pit. Stage divers and crowd surfers by the dozen, and somehow it didn't bother me. At least once or twice I caught girls who were falling through holes in the pit. If I was really cool I would have said, 'Catch you Later'. Or is that if I was really lame? Nevermind.
I had a great time. I'm going to see them again on Friday.
Go home, have a shower (I don't know if the water will work in the morning), go to sleep.
Today: I'll type in a minute. I'm going to try something first.
At least the past couple of days for me have been.
On Saturday, pissed off that my Japanese flatmate couldn't be bothered to check the meter when it was his turn to pay the Utilities (it was down to less than a pound) I took the matter in hand and decided to pay the electricity myself.
And promptly lost the Meter Key. Fuck. Fucking Fucking FUCK.
Then I spent a frustrating hour trying to find said meter key on the street, asking all the shops if anyone had handed one in, trying to find the number for London Electricity, getting it off Directory Assistance, being connected, being put on hold until my Mobile Credit Nearly Ran Out, Getting a call from Alison telling me she'll do her best to sort it all out, realizing I'm running totally late for the Blood Duster Set that I wanted to see, almost getting to the station and realizing that I left my Oyster Card in my jacket, having to run home then run back to the station. Tube to Bank the to Camden. Get into the Underworld to discover that:
Blood Duster are just about to play their last song.
Aw Crap. I was supposed to review this show.
The rest of the night is boring. Bad Black Metal Bands, a walk through Camden, a tube to Leicester Square. Seeing some guy going rank on his Girlfriend in the Tube Station. Seeing him shove her and considering saying to the guy 'Hey! If you raise your hand to her again, you'll wish you hadn't' (for the record, the guy was smaller than me), instead letting security step in, who bring in the police and decided at that point that there was nothing more I could add to the situation.
Two slices of pizza then the last train home.
Sunday: Get up at 12. Fifty pence on the meter. Throw jeans in the Washing Machine and start ironing shirts. Watch The OC. Talk to Landlady on the phone. Totally out of credit now. Have a shower and get dressed for Bleeding Through Show.
Go to net cafe, get interrupted constantly by dickheads on the Messenger thing. Go back to flat to get ticket. Walk to Station, tube to Camden, meet Brandan Schiepetti (sp) walking past the queue, who actually remembers me from the last time that Bleeding Through played London.
Later, I'm hanging with a couple of Australian HC kids and I get to talk to Marta, who is really nice and has really nice things to say about the Australian tour they just did.
Skip forward to ZAO, who were really fucking good.
But even better were Bleeing Through. Great band, insane pit. Stage divers and crowd surfers by the dozen, and somehow it didn't bother me. At least once or twice I caught girls who were falling through holes in the pit. If I was really cool I would have said, 'Catch you Later'. Or is that if I was really lame? Nevermind.
I had a great time. I'm going to see them again on Friday.
Go home, have a shower (I don't know if the water will work in the morning), go to sleep.
Today: I'll type in a minute. I'm going to try something first.
posted by the.exile at 6:40 pm
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