So last night after texting with Marion for a bit and hearing the latest of her depressing life, I decided to go to Mary's birthday thing after all. She had a few tables in the most appalling bar, Bon Vivant in Thistle Street, which is all marble tables and wood panelling and expensive lager and had a terrible dj spinning what probably used to be ( Read more... )

Yay. The Hussy's tonight, supported by Blind Summit who were shit. But the Hussy's are ace. They have a very cute singer, and a guy who writes all the songs behind a keyboard. The singer complained that nobody was making any noise in the audience, and indeed the audience was sparse. It was allegedly a benefit for the Homeless Football World ( Read more... )