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Woohoo! Just came back from seeing Placebo live! YAY! *is hyper*
I hadn't been to one of their concerts in, um... 10 years. (I'm old. Shut up!)
Ten years ago, they were promoting their first album. The show had been a huge disappointment (to me) because:
- They were obnoxious, uncommunicative and looked bored on stage. I mean, wtf? If you're not having fun, please fuck off and give others the chance to be in your place.
- The only song that I wanted them to play (I Know), they hadn't. *grumbles*
So, my hopes were pretty low this time. I didn't expect them to talk much (they didn't) and I wasn't counting on hearing I Know. Well, guess what? Uh-huh. THEY PLAYED IT!!! YAY! *dances*
Anyway, the light show was awesome. I think they had 17 screens on stage showing live footage of the band or arty vids (i.e. nipples). They must have been drunk when they did the soundcheck though, cause the bass was way too loud compared to the other instruments. o.O
Oh, and Brian Molko shaved his head. So, between the eyeliner, the mile-long eyelashes and the ambiguous androgenous look, he looks very much like Michael Stipe now. O.O
Also, a funny thing happened after the show. I turned on my cell phone as I was exiting the venue and I got a text message from V ("my" bass player, who is a bartender during the day) saying, "hey, I just served a coffee and a lemon juice to Brian Molko. See you later". I was gonna call V a liar because NO FUCKING WAY DUDE, BM was on stage not ten minutes ago! Except, the message was from yesterday. So um, yeah. *snickers*
Ok, random change of subject.
Firemen. I love them. I may have mentioned before that this is one of my bulletproof kinks? *g*
So, every year around Christmas time, the Fire Department sends one of their own door-to-door to sell calendars. The money collected goes to the Widows and Orphans Fund.
Last year, I (little perv good citizen that I am) decided to buy a calendar, thinking that it would probably resemble the rugbymen's calendar. Yeah, right. *snort* I got 12 pages of burning buildings and blood-covered car-crash victims. So much for sexy firemen in uniform.
This year, I was a bit reluctant about buying the damn thing. Except the FD must have sensed I was going to turn them down, because they sent a young, handsome (by which I mean, DROP. DEAD. GORGEOUS) fireman IN UNIFORM to my door. *flails* *drools* *buys stupid calendar*
I am weak. *headdesk*
Not hoping for much, I open the damn thing and... oh, what do I see? Apparently, the FD must have hired PR people because this year's calendar focuses on the River Rescue Brigade. Yep, that's right. 12 pages of hunky firemen in wet suits. *happy sigh*
So, dear flist, just out of curiosity or you know, for research purposes *snort*, I'd like to know what a fireman uniform looks like where you live. Over here, they're navy blue with a thin red line across the chest. The outer gear is black with a white (reflective) stripe. But uh, I guess a picture is worth a thousand words.
Ok, well. I'm sorry. These are not hunks. I looked, I did! Couldn't find any. But uh, please flist, fuel my fantasies anyway?
I hadn't been to one of their concerts in, um... 10 years. (I'm old. Shut up!)
Ten years ago, they were promoting their first album. The show had been a huge disappointment (to me) because:
- They were obnoxious, uncommunicative and looked bored on stage. I mean, wtf? If you're not having fun, please fuck off and give others the chance to be in your place.
- The only song that I wanted them to play (I Know), they hadn't. *grumbles*
So, my hopes were pretty low this time. I didn't expect them to talk much (they didn't) and I wasn't counting on hearing I Know. Well, guess what? Uh-huh. THEY PLAYED IT!!! YAY! *dances*
Anyway, the light show was awesome. I think they had 17 screens on stage showing live footage of the band or arty vids (i.e. nipples). They must have been drunk when they did the soundcheck though, cause the bass was way too loud compared to the other instruments. o.O
Oh, and Brian Molko shaved his head. So, between the eyeliner, the mile-long eyelashes and the ambiguous androgenous look, he looks very much like Michael Stipe now. O.O
Also, a funny thing happened after the show. I turned on my cell phone as I was exiting the venue and I got a text message from V ("my" bass player, who is a bartender during the day) saying, "hey, I just served a coffee and a lemon juice to Brian Molko. See you later". I was gonna call V a liar because NO FUCKING WAY DUDE, BM was on stage not ten minutes ago! Except, the message was from yesterday. So um, yeah. *snickers*
Ok, random change of subject.
Firemen. I love them. I may have mentioned before that this is one of my bulletproof kinks? *g*
So, every year around Christmas time, the Fire Department sends one of their own door-to-door to sell calendars. The money collected goes to the Widows and Orphans Fund.
Last year, I (little perv good citizen that I am) decided to buy a calendar, thinking that it would probably resemble the rugbymen's calendar. Yeah, right. *snort* I got 12 pages of burning buildings and blood-covered car-crash victims. So much for sexy firemen in uniform.
This year, I was a bit reluctant about buying the damn thing. Except the FD must have sensed I was going to turn them down, because they sent a young, handsome (by which I mean, DROP. DEAD. GORGEOUS) fireman IN UNIFORM to my door. *flails* *drools* *buys stupid calendar*
I am weak. *headdesk*
Not hoping for much, I open the damn thing and... oh, what do I see? Apparently, the FD must have hired PR people because this year's calendar focuses on the River Rescue Brigade. Yep, that's right. 12 pages of hunky firemen in wet suits. *happy sigh*
So, dear flist, just out of curiosity or you know, for research purposes *snort*, I'd like to know what a fireman uniform looks like where you live. Over here, they're navy blue with a thin red line across the chest. The outer gear is black with a white (reflective) stripe. But uh, I guess a picture is worth a thousand words.
Ok, well. I'm sorry. These are not hunks. I looked, I did! Couldn't find any. But uh, please flist, fuel my fantasies anyway?