Wrong way idiot! and the gig, and really bad movie.
[All mixed tense, doesn't read well, but this all happened Friday night]
I’m an idiot, I drove the wrong way
So I’m off to a gig tonight and I got 40 minutes to get to Bristol from Swindon. Perfect. I’ve got directions over the phone. Brilliant, I can’t go wrong. Get on at J16 off at J19 of the M4. Easy, right?
So I get down to the motorway, and the motorway is nice and empty. Making great time and thinking that I will be able to mingle before the gig starts.
Then I realise I just gone past Juntion 15! I’ve gone the wrong direction when I got on the motorway. What an idiot face.
Gig
So, I get to the gig, which is at Filton College. After going in the stage doors, I’m directed to the real entrance and stand up on the balcony. Good little gig.
It was a big mix of covers and a few original instrumental pieces. College kids are well young. Was I ever that fresh faced and fashion consious? In college, I think it was all shirts and well polished loafers. No-one looked like a tribute to Dexy or the Ramones when I was 17.
A friend was playing there, so if he reads this, good job!
Bad Movie
After the gig we had a few drinks at another friend’s house and watched whatever was on the tele.
It was film called Sleepstalker. It was well bad. Had every possible horror movie cliche ever, but still we stayed up until 2 o’clock watching it, and then didn’t bother seeing the end. What a waste of time.
Anyway, got to see M & A’s new house, really nice old terrace in Bristol. Nice work, and good luck with the plaster
And, yeah, I like Will Young, so what.
