I went to see The Horror and Mob Rules (I've forgot the name of the other band, oops) last night, really good bands! The night involved purchasing 2 zines (On't Road - DIY punk and travel, like a personal diary, and Buried Alive - hardcore punk, lots of reviews and interviews), jager shots, a whore's ass - which is Kahula, Bailey's and a peanut, with cinnamon around the rim of the glass, first I’d heard of it! I had amaretto instead of Bailey's. Lethal. It all gets a bit blurry after that.
Went to a club night called Juvenile Hall - Juvy - after the gig. Usual antics ensued, lots of power ballads, discussions about noses and extremely bad dancing from yours truly. I've finally come to accept that I will never posses rhythm. We stayed until the end and got a taxi home to Dave & Co’s, ate some hash browns, drank pints of water and listened to Lucero before passing out. The whole thing has resulted in me been inflicted with one of the worst hangovers ever and I had to go to work.
I’m in bed as I type this craving veggie chicken fried rice…
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