Suede

I went to the Suede gig at the Academy with snork_maiden poisonlipsterar and a mate, C, from uni. It was very good; somewhere around 2,000 people must've attended.
The encore was fantastic; Bret Anderson played a solo which was beautiful, though I forget the name of the song he played.

The support consisted of 2 bands; one guy who started off solo and quite poor ended up with the rest of his band showing a lot of promise (sounding like early Badly Drawn Boy), and the second band were fantastic. They went under the name Gemma Hayes (the name of the lead singer) and sounded a bit like Alanis Morissette, but I expect she knew what irony is ;-)

I realised just how much I miss going to huge gigs; I can't wait to see The Levellers, The Cranberries and The Counting Crows over the next few months.

Bleh

I've been feeling very run down the past couple of days and in need of physical attention[1]. So, those of you I see IRL, please make feel free to take advantage ;-)

[1] Hugs, just to put all of you smut-monkeys straight ;-)

Now that it's getting dark earlier

I've started getting taxis everywhere (the main road near my house is dark and dangerous, and the same one on which I was mugged just over a year ago) and avoiding going places on my own.

Tonight, for example I'm going to church for bellringing at 8. Normally I'd go home and do stuff there for a while, but I don't want to be alone, so I'm staying at work and then I'll catch the bus.

There is a bus which gets me home, but it runs only twice an hour, and also it's not safe; it connects two of Manchester's shit-holes so the passengers are generally the unfriendly type.

I need a body guard. </semi-serious>