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Justin Timberlake!!!
Okay, now we've got that out of the way. For anyone who didn't realise, yesterday I met up with trumpeterofdoom, simply_fly_away and seiyaharris in Manchester and we went to see La Timberlake. Because I bought my ticket separately I was about twenty rows behind the others in the same block, so if Justin got boring I could just spy on them for a bit. There was one moment where it looked like they had set Becca on fire, but apparently that was just the consequence of being too near the smoke machine. Twenty rows back you don't have these problems. I'm just sayin'.
Very talented boy, that Timberlake. He was doing the 'happy megalomaniac' face quite a lot as well, the 'ah, the simple pleasure of reducing tens of thousands of people to incoherent screaming worship' smile. Aw. And, you know, the singing and dancing.
Timbaland! I was actually quite excited to see Timbaland rise out of the floor. Woo! Mainly because we got to see him and Justin doing the sychronised SexyBack choreography. Awesome. I have a photo of it on my phone. You can't tell that that's what it is - you can't actually tell that it's a photo of a concert, my phone camera is rubbish - but I know what it is and that's what matters. Look, they're in the middle of going around in a circle! (Just imagine it for yourselves).
When it was over and we got outside there were all these guys selling t-shirts and gigantic black and white Justin posters. We nearly lost JM, she has a merchandise problem. Somebody will have to stage an intervention at some point, I think. Hey, I bought a plastic cup for £2! I am not immune. And I got tempted by one of the posters we saw outside - unlike most of them, it was Justin *with* clothes on, and I do like the formalwear. Unfortunately, the guy only had one left and it was a bit creased, so I was looking to see if any of the other guys had one the same, and I made the mistake of getting my wallet out, and turning back to say something to Charlie & Becca. And then when I turned around there were SERIOUSLY like seven guys all standing RIGHT THERE holding up gigantic bigger-than-lifesize greyscale half-naked Justins, all in different poses but wearing the same slightly psychotic expression. There were about fifteen of these guys, all "You want some Justin? You want Justin?" and hoisting these posters in my face like an advancing army of black and white naked psychotic Justins. Like three hundred of them, surrounding me, like some weird horror film that I have never watched because I am too soft to watch horror films. It was scary. It was too much Justin.
Traumatic experiences aside, it was a good night. And great to see people again! I left them at the Travelodge and went back to my brother's house in a taxi, which was the second time in my life I have ever been in a taxi on my own (not counting the driver, obviously), but I didn't die. Again. Yay!
Also it was nice to see my brothers, who both live in Manchester at the moment. The middle ones. Brothers #2 and #3, with which I share both biological parents. With whom. Or something. Anyway. They both live in Manchester at the moment, and I'm sure one of them is going to end up getting run over by a tram. Could be either. It seems likely. Trams are sneaky, and my brothers are not the most alert of people.
Okay, that's all. Have commenting to do and work tomorrow (boo). But listen, I saw Justin Timberlake yesterday. I don't know if I told you.
Okay, now we've got that out of the way. For anyone who didn't realise, yesterday I met up with trumpeterofdoom, simply_fly_away and seiyaharris in Manchester and we went to see La Timberlake. Because I bought my ticket separately I was about twenty rows behind the others in the same block, so if Justin got boring I could just spy on them for a bit. There was one moment where it looked like they had set Becca on fire, but apparently that was just the consequence of being too near the smoke machine. Twenty rows back you don't have these problems. I'm just sayin'.
Very talented boy, that Timberlake. He was doing the 'happy megalomaniac' face quite a lot as well, the 'ah, the simple pleasure of reducing tens of thousands of people to incoherent screaming worship' smile. Aw. And, you know, the singing and dancing.
Timbaland! I was actually quite excited to see Timbaland rise out of the floor. Woo! Mainly because we got to see him and Justin doing the sychronised SexyBack choreography. Awesome. I have a photo of it on my phone. You can't tell that that's what it is - you can't actually tell that it's a photo of a concert, my phone camera is rubbish - but I know what it is and that's what matters. Look, they're in the middle of going around in a circle! (Just imagine it for yourselves).
When it was over and we got outside there were all these guys selling t-shirts and gigantic black and white Justin posters. We nearly lost JM, she has a merchandise problem. Somebody will have to stage an intervention at some point, I think. Hey, I bought a plastic cup for £2! I am not immune. And I got tempted by one of the posters we saw outside - unlike most of them, it was Justin *with* clothes on, and I do like the formalwear. Unfortunately, the guy only had one left and it was a bit creased, so I was looking to see if any of the other guys had one the same, and I made the mistake of getting my wallet out, and turning back to say something to Charlie & Becca. And then when I turned around there were SERIOUSLY like seven guys all standing RIGHT THERE holding up gigantic bigger-than-lifesize greyscale half-naked Justins, all in different poses but wearing the same slightly psychotic expression. There were about fifteen of these guys, all "You want some Justin? You want Justin?" and hoisting these posters in my face like an advancing army of black and white naked psychotic Justins. Like three hundred of them, surrounding me, like some weird horror film that I have never watched because I am too soft to watch horror films. It was scary. It was too much Justin.
Traumatic experiences aside, it was a good night. And great to see people again! I left them at the Travelodge and went back to my brother's house in a taxi, which was the second time in my life I have ever been in a taxi on my own (not counting the driver, obviously), but I didn't die. Again. Yay!
Also it was nice to see my brothers, who both live in Manchester at the moment. The middle ones. Brothers #2 and #3, with which I share both biological parents. With whom. Or something. Anyway. They both live in Manchester at the moment, and I'm sure one of them is going to end up getting run over by a tram. Could be either. It seems likely. Trams are sneaky, and my brothers are not the most alert of people.
Okay, that's all. Have commenting to do and work tomorrow (boo). But listen, I saw Justin Timberlake yesterday. I don't know if I told you.