new jeans, not sure if i like them.
new belts, not sure if i like them. BUT THEY WORK.
Greg sent me new Kneehigh songs. that band are so fucking talented. i have no idea why they aren't famous. not bigger, but actually famous.
Plan for my entire is thus:
Saturday: Train to Leeds. International Soccerball United with The Boyz. Recovery. Drinking. Dancing like a mo' fucka. See what happens...
Sunday: Recovery. Have time with Gem, on purpose, no bullshit in the way. Maybe go watch the football. Come home, maybe find Emma on her birthday.
Monday: Go to work. Finish work. Then...
MIDGET. FUCKING MIDGET. BEST DAY EVER.
Tuesday: Spend day with Brough. My dude. Hopefully have Ben & Genny over for dinner.
Wednesday: Work. Drinks & dinner with Jenny.
Thursday: Work. Go see Kennerdeigh's band.
Friday: Go to work. Go to Leeds. Hospital Radio. Rejoicing.
Saturday: Manchester! Rock World! Etc!
Sunday: Alldayer. DAUNTLESS. Heaven.
Monday: Go to work FROM STOCKPORT.
from then on it's a blur until 12th October. of course i start work for real, there's some awesome shows and i'm seeing Dad, but, well, it's not America.
i think, also, i need to stop getting excited about No.3. ain't gonna happen. and the other one. ain't gonna happen.
also, i love Oranjeboom.
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