I've begun to notice that I have an aspect of my personality that is most likely to bleed me dry of all my money. In the words of Conor Maynard, "I just can't say no".
Thursday, 28 February 2013
Tuesday, 26 February 2013
Blogruary Day 26: The Class
As Blogruary draws to a close, I find myself running out of things to write about.
Monday, 25 February 2013
Blogruary Day 25: The Writing Class
Monday is a strange day at university, we start with a shorthand class then have three hours off before rounding off the day with three hours of law. It makes for a topsy-turvy day.
Sunday, 24 February 2013
Blogruary Day 24: The Headache
Despite going to bed at a reasonable time on Saturday night, I woke up today feeling tired and fatigued. I can't say I was looking forward to going to work.
Saturday, 23 February 2013
Blogruary Day 22: The Bloc Party Gig: Part III
Another day and another gig. This time it would be the twelfth time that I would witness my favourite band, Bloc Party, perform live.
I woke up after the previous nights events tired and it took until my afternoon shower that I felt awake. I walked down to the train station to meet my friend who was coming along with me.
After a short train journey we had made it to Earls Court via a brief stop at a quaint pub where we brought ridiculously named ales such as 'Hair of the Dog'.
We soon made it inside the venue which was massive. It was easily the largest venue that I had seen Bloc Party perform in.
The support bands couldn't have been different. The first, Old Men, were awful. The second, The Joy Formidable, were fantastic.
Eventually Bloc Party came on yet I was sadly stuck near the middle of the arena. The sort of area at a gig that is populated by people who wish to be further towards the carnage and those who just want to stand and nod along.
After another impressive performance, I left content but it took a long time to get out of the venue. Trying to get 19,000 people out of one building is a difficult task at the best of times and it reached a stage that required the police to control the number of people coming in and out of the tube station.
We decided to try and walk to another station and we passed a lady who asked us whether we spoke English. We replied honestly and said yes.
She then proceeded to tell us that she had run out of gas. I didn't quite understand her story and frankly stopped listening until I heard her mention the name of a town situated near Kingston. Why would she travel all this way to get gas?
My friend stated we had no money and she quickly left.
I didn't quite understand what had gone on until my friend explained she was probably a drug-addict.
I knew that gas story was slightly weird.
I woke up after the previous nights events tired and it took until my afternoon shower that I felt awake. I walked down to the train station to meet my friend who was coming along with me.
After a short train journey we had made it to Earls Court via a brief stop at a quaint pub where we brought ridiculously named ales such as 'Hair of the Dog'.
We soon made it inside the venue which was massive. It was easily the largest venue that I had seen Bloc Party perform in.
The support bands couldn't have been different. The first, Old Men, were awful. The second, The Joy Formidable, were fantastic.
Eventually Bloc Party came on yet I was sadly stuck near the middle of the arena. The sort of area at a gig that is populated by people who wish to be further towards the carnage and those who just want to stand and nod along.
After another impressive performance, I left content but it took a long time to get out of the venue. Trying to get 19,000 people out of one building is a difficult task at the best of times and it reached a stage that required the police to control the number of people coming in and out of the tube station.
We decided to try and walk to another station and we passed a lady who asked us whether we spoke English. We replied honestly and said yes.
She then proceeded to tell us that she had run out of gas. I didn't quite understand her story and frankly stopped listening until I heard her mention the name of a town situated near Kingston. Why would she travel all this way to get gas?
My friend stated we had no money and she quickly left.
I didn't quite understand what had gone on until my friend explained she was probably a drug-addict.
I knew that gas story was slightly weird.
Friday, 22 February 2013
Blogruary Day 21: The Club Gig
I went to McClusky's last night for the first time in about two years, yesterday night.
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