O2MFG
Big ups to all of you who came out this weekend to act completely mental at the O2. (Double big ups to Jones for coming the most entertaining sound check to date- the soundboard recordings will make you piss yourself XD)
I still can't wrap my head around the weekend we've had, because it's been bloody flaming mental, to put it lightly. We rolled back into town on Thursday night because I insisted I wasn't staying another night in Norway when I have a perfectly sound bed with two perfectly perfect shaggy haired beings waiting for me. Our flight in was a bloody nightmare though. I probably could have walked home faster, but that's okay because we earned some crazy karma points for the weekend. We did a stupid amount of press Friday morning and you'll all probably be pleased to know you'll be seeing our faces throughout the next few weeks more often than you'd probably like.
Okay I was going to try to write an honest update, but can't even contain it anymore, I have to totally boast about my after party pics from our big do on Saturday.
RIGHT?! RIGHT?! I am trying so desperately hard to be cool here and keep chatting with him and not melt into a puddle of freak out having him say he had his manager get him tickets cause our album is 'fucking hot, girl.' Nirvana. Almost because THEN.
Ronnie fucking Wood. This was too much for me to fake being cool (and how fit young is his lady? Get it, boy.) Also said he was into our album/looking forward to see what we had in store for festival season- and she loved my wardrobe, Pip - get on it! How is this real life?
I am trying to pull myself back into the stratosphere, and have probably been successful after the two-person operation of traumatizing the dog via bath time this morning. Earned myself some (albeit adorable) sulking from the canine companion.
I've almost forgotten in the midst of self-involvement and congratulation, but I've been reminded that tomorrow is indeed my birthday, where I will turn 25 for the 9th time. I am going to throw together something low-key and relaxed for anyone who wants to stop by tomorrow night at the Plow and Harp around 9-10. That means you!
I still can't wrap my head around the weekend we've had, because it's been bloody flaming mental, to put it lightly. We rolled back into town on Thursday night because I insisted I wasn't staying another night in Norway when I have a perfectly sound bed with two perfectly perfect shaggy haired beings waiting for me. Our flight in was a bloody nightmare though. I probably could have walked home faster, but that's okay because we earned some crazy karma points for the weekend. We did a stupid amount of press Friday morning and you'll all probably be pleased to know you'll be seeing our faces throughout the next few weeks more often than you'd probably like.
Okay I was going to try to write an honest update, but can't even contain it anymore, I have to totally boast about my after party pics from our big do on Saturday.
RIGHT?! RIGHT?! I am trying so desperately hard to be cool here and keep chatting with him and not melt into a puddle of freak out having him say he had his manager get him tickets cause our album is 'fucking hot, girl.' Nirvana. Almost because THEN.
Ronnie fucking Wood. This was too much for me to fake being cool (and how fit young is his lady? Get it, boy.) Also said he was into our album/looking forward to see what we had in store for festival season- and she loved my wardrobe, Pip - get on it! How is this real life?
I am trying to pull myself back into the stratosphere, and have probably been successful after the two-person operation of traumatizing the dog via bath time this morning. Earned myself some (albeit adorable) sulking from the canine companion.
I've almost forgotten in the midst of self-involvement and congratulation, but I've been reminded that tomorrow is indeed my birthday, where I will turn 25 for the 9th time. I am going to throw together something low-key and relaxed for anyone who wants to stop by tomorrow night at the Plow and Harp around 9-10. That means you!