1. The Cure. Sunday night, Rod-fucking-Laver arena. I can cope with what I shall politely call 'an older audience' - they are, after all, a band that's been around for a couple of decades. But an audience which is not comprised of 90% goths?! Or at least people wearing black?! It makes no sense! I understand not! I was in much black, not gothed-up ( Read more... )

I'm doing that thing again. Damnit. Meant to be cleaning desk. Will get to it. Soon. Soon.

My criminal* housemate has enabled the viewing of new Tardisy joy. Did I make her a criminal? If you give me the wool, will I make one for you too? (Recycled joke. Sorry.)
( Dr Who 302 )