As promised, here is part two of my best-gig-ever story. So, as you know, at this point we are standing outside the Temple Bar Music Centre wondering (a) how are we going to get to meet the band and (b) how are we all going to get in (remembering, of course, that 5 out of 6 of us were underage - I was the only 18 year old). So we stood there ( Read more... )

Argh, there are so many gigs I wanna go to in the coming months, I'm not sure if I can afford it being a poor student! Firstly, Bloc Party are touring the UK in October/November (they're actually playing in Belfast which would've been handy, but I'll be in Canterbury by then, so...). I'd like to see them. Actually it turns out they're doing a gig ( Read more... )

I finally figured out how to print onto photo paper! This means that some of my Sleater-Kinney camera stills are printed out all snazzy now!

And don't worry, the rest of my S-K story is on it's way!

My room is the biggest tip ever. I have no idea how I'm gonna get organised for university, my parents keep nagging me about documents I know nothing about, I need to paaaaack ( Read more... )

So, as I said in my last post, I came out to my youngest brother (Eamonn, who's 12) last week. I can't actually be arsed going into it, but basically I was talking to him hinted that Anthony (my other wee bro) knows more about my life than he does, and he got really jealous and nagged me til I told him. He was totally cool about it, which I wouldn' ( Read more... )

1. I came out to my wee brother Eamonn last night, he took it pretty well. More on that story later ( Read more... )

Why oh why haven't they arrived yet? Bloody hell, it's nearly 1 o'clock. Royal Mail sucks.

Wheee!!! So I've just been on my first Pride march and I had soooooo much fun. Pride week was launched on Saturday 31st and I went to the opening, which was all speeches and exhibitions and that (and free food), and then other stuff throughout the week like a poetry/music night, a Dykes with Babes picnic etc. But the parade was the highlight ( ( Read more... )

The Belfast Pride week (pride of the LGBT variety that is) kicked off on Saturday night and I was there, sans girlfriend (or anyone else for that matter). But it was fine, I bumped into Mairead and a couple of other ones from Cara Friend. It was pretty cool. There was an Amnesty International exhibition and some other displays of the work of ( Read more... )

Well, we got it sorted. Dad went to the passport office where they super-dooper fast-tracked emergency replacements for us, which took a day. Unfortunately, they weren't gonna be ready til 11.30 on thurs and our flight was at 9am-ish so I re-scheduled the flights so that Mum and I went on Thurs and dad and the boys flew out on Friday ( Read more... )