Thought I’d post about the gig las Tuesday - fecking fantastic.
5:30 - was out of work like a hot snot
And straight to the pub for a few samples of beverages of an alcoholic variety. They went down a treat - however I did giggle at the unfortunate guy was ossified by 6:30 and who was still going to the gig. I’d say his memory of it was hazy at best
Anyway sauntered over after the doors open - with my e-ticket. Big time note, if you are using ticketmaster’s e-ticket facility, you really, really, really need a decent printer to print the tickets of - otherwise they wont scan in, people get grumpy and you end up suffering needlessly.
So in the doors, paid the usual over-priced fee for double JD and coke in the Ambassador - most Irish concert venues, Point Depot, Ambassador, etc charge over the mark for drink or they dont have a “full bar”. But they had JD, they had coke, the bar girl was cute, and I was plished.
So plished that I went into the smoking area and smoked. Yes for the first time in 4 years I was sucking down Malboros as if they were going out of fashion. Or atleast i it was an apocalypse.
Smoking away, chatting to all and sundry - even managing a couple of games of “guess how old I am” - which was fun.
The gig came and went, and it was great - good tunes, good atmosphere, asshole-ism kept to a minimum, so I staggered back across the road to finish off the night in style.
Eventually got home, and passed out, slept on my sofa - lovely.
The next morning, I apologised to several friends for ignoring them at said concert….they didnt reply back
Next time - my adventures at Elliot Minor with the sprog - oh dear 