Got there, marched straight to the V.I.P area (as you'd expect), keg of cider, sat around in the sun, watched some music 'n all that guff, ate a pie, ran from the cops, jumped clifton suspension bridge (fence on it), bed.
Hunting Lodge..
Rachel Dadd..
Plan B..
The Go! Team..
at least i did'nt end up sleeping in a fairground waltzer like last year, god that was bad.
This blog had its 1st birthday yesterday! i'll take any kind of present..leave it in the comments box, thank you. july 26th 2005..i opened the tin and millions of beautiful beans were born.
Yesterday my good friend, housemate, and partner in crime..Mr Ross Corker left Bristol for China and Cardiff (teaching welsh to the chinese, and chinese to the welsh..with a scouse twang thrown in). i've been married to Ross for over 5 years now, we've seen life's highs and lows (spent most of the 1st year in the casino you see). we've got into all kinds of scraps and scrapes along the way, and together we've managed to get through more alcohol and baked beans than is humanly possible. i'll miss that stupid scouser..good luck Bok Rok!
woooah! i'm not exaggerating by saying this was probably one of the best gigs i've ever been to! everything was spot on. it was held in an old grammar school hall with everyone sipping little cups of wine and munching cones of hot chips (*groan*). the lights coming through the stained glass made me feel all fuzzy. limited free drink (although i was distressed at the time) was a blessing, as for a change i can pretty much remember the whole thing. not danced (shuffled) and sweated soo much for ages.
just slipping into my dancing shoes..
the sound is awful, but you get the idea..
'Look after me'..
thanks to Seaweed, Deli, and Jimtendo for the pics and vids.
'The art of listening'? anyway, turns out some hotdog from this station whats an Olo cd to play on the radio. who am i to argue? ..especially as i had NOTHING to do with the music. nice work DF / LH.
Ate out tonight, i had a supermodel's size portion. others tucked into cigarettes and carrots. i was laughed at for suggesting in a shop you would ask for a box of fags. a box? i bet that's what Dot Cotton says.
It's hotter than Greece! it's as hot as the sun! i can't live like this. a room full of old women discussing the heeeeat is not fun, nor is searching for transcripts and old tapes of murder cases from 1997 in a dust filled 3rd floor. ice ice baby!