I'm a goddamn hero
Ballsy
You know, life is good. I do what I want, I have great friends, and I have a wonderful time. Most weekends are awesome, as are most weeks, but this last weekend in particular stands out as being one of the best weekends I've had in a long time.
In fact, I'm sruggling to write about and do the whole thing justice. And why? Here's why:
MY NAME IS NOT QUAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!!!!!!
On Friday I went to see Arnocorps. I've not heard of them until recently, and went purely under
asw909's recommendation. I'd bought the C.D. a few days before the gig and spent all day in the car listening to it.
For sheer enjoyment, the show itself was one of the best concerts I have ever been to.
I was pumped before the gig, but after - man. I'm still pumped now! During the gig I was so pumped that I popped a a huge boner throughout the night. And you know what - I still have it! In fact, I'm beginning to think it's not an erection at all, but that my schlong has actually grown by 8 inches just by going to the goddamn gig. That's how awesome it was!
Arnocorps are the world's first band to play Arnocore. They invented and defined the genre. They are a bunch of Austrian psychopaths who, after escaping from their elite military squad, moved to America. But you shouldn't be worried - they are not assassins. They are a rescue squad. They play songs immersed in alpine Austrian mythology and, because most of these myths have been bastardised by Hollywood in recent years, the themes they cover are pretty familiar.
We missed the warm-up acts and went in when Arnocore came on stage. They launched hit after hit into the crowd like nukuler bombs. Predator, Bang! True Lies - Kaboom! Terminator - Ka-Pow!
Their interaction with the crowd was just brilliant. You couldn't help but stand and watch with a massive grin on your face from the sheer ridiculousness of it all. They got four guys on stage at one point to help with the backing vocals and, when they had finished, the lead singer picked them up and threw them off stage into the crowd.
And they way they got everyone jogging on the spot during Running Man was nothing short of genius.
The band were so intense, and the gig so good that I even managed to knock my friend Matt out during the encore (99 red balloons). I was going backwards, he was coming forwards and I felt a tap on the back of my head and span around to see him falling back, blood everywhere, to collapse into the crowd behind him. Quick as a flash I caught him, dragged him to the side where he came around.
If that isn't pumped, then I'll eat my goddamn hat.
asw909 took a load of photos. Check them out here.
Sheep and goats
On Saturday was more quality time with the family - took Zoe to the petting zoo at Wentworth, which is always top quality fun for all of us. Zoe stayed at my parents for the night while Suzi and I headed over to Dave and Sannah's, for Rock Band and then for another rocking night at the Corporation. Man I had fun.
This means I rocked out twice in one weekend - and you know what, shipmates? I didn't fall asleep either time. Arnocorps changed my life and no mistake.
Chavtan
Then on Sunday we headed up to Blackpool to spend the day with my sister and family. How hot was it? We headed out to Clydesdale and had a picnic on the beach before playing in the sea. We made sure Zoe had wellies on, but she didn't quite get the idea and just waded straight out into the sea until her wellies were full of water.
We made sandcastles in the sand, had ice cream before heading back to Sara's for more food, then home It was the perfect way to end a great weekend.