( you guys i hate shoes )

I went to see Lisa Hannigan on Monday because I scored a fantastic ticket about half an hour before the gig started. That rocks. The gig was lovely.
I also saw 65daysofstatic at Heaven last week, which was just immense.
I have a proper place to live now.
Last week I stayed with Kuba and his flatmates Nika, Ausra, Michael, Paulina and Nicholas. They are some of the sweetest people in existence and they have been so good to me.

On Sunday Carolina and I went to Greenwich and saw a beautiful and adorable planetarium show about what astronomers do, narrated very sexily by David Tennant. This was also wonderful.

I spent a shitload of money on travel, though. An absolute fucking shitload. I have no way of telling how much money I have left on my Visa Electron card, because balance enquiries are somehow not permitted here, I guess the euro/pound thing fucks it up. Neither of my Maestro cards is recognised by any supermarket card reader or Oyster machine or anything useful, so I can't access the money on my other account unless I withdraw it, but for that, my bank charges me $$$$hit£oad$.

I chatted to two Ethiopian guys over lunch. I think I'm gonna have a lot of free Krishna lunches these days.
Yesterday I chatted to a very dignified-looking elderly gentleman in Oxford Street.
This place is full of nice people.

My phone is still fucked
my camera is fucked
I have a million billion essays to write
jesus fucking christ

Well, here's an update for you. I'm having to find a new place to live.

It's my roommate, aka the bitch from hell. Despite initial impressions she turned out to be an überbitchy psycho who gossips all day, blames others for everything, moans about guys, whinges about how shit everything and everyone is, or she's on skype sucking up to various half-friends to coerce them into hanging out with her, or doing the same thing to her ex whom she now wants to get back and settle down with (in Brazil or something) because she's desperate, having sort of realised she's too old, stupid and cynical to ever find anyone decent.

And that's not even the problem.

She may be utterly cringeworthy and I know she doesn't like me because I rarely talk to her and don't want to get dragged down into her sad life, I prefer to stay out of mean-spirited gossip and casual racism. But we got along okay (apart from those times when she complained that I closed the door too noisily when going in and out of the room late in the evening), but because she's a greedy bitch, she's found a new roommate who is willing to stay during/after Christmas as well, so she can keep paying just half of the rent. She had the sheer bile to start advertising again without telling me, and advertising it not as "available from mid-December" but "available immediately."
So now this lovely, innocent Lithuanian girl is moving in and I have to find a place that a) doesn't cost more than this one b) is within reasonable distance to UCL so that travel costs don't go up either, and c) available for just 5 weeks.
Part c) makes everything really fucking difficult. With a great big helping of luck, however, I could even find an affordable single room. I'm going for a viewing in Dartmouth Park this evening, another in Manor House tomorrow, and a guy in Fulham is considering me (the Fulham ad explicitly stated that the room is available for short-term let, but he said he'd think about it. eek.) But this is why I don't get the new girl. She's staying here for the foreseeable future, so she could easily find a single room which is just as cheap as sharing with that twatheaded bitchbag. Maybe she just doesn't know better.

Anyway, I'm really tired of being in this situation and having to look for places, and finding that everyone is looking for a long-term tenant.

oh btw tenant David Tennant will be hosting an ep of Buzzcocks, which makes me happy. One of the guests on that same show will be Catherine Tate. We saw Catherine Tate last week. She walked past us in Peter Jones in Sloane Square. She's more beautiful IRL than she is on TV. Which means she is unbelievably beautiful.
This happened just after we met Brian May, which was also amazing.
So you know basically my life is great and all that except I DON'T HAVE A DECENT PLACE TO LIVE and I was planning to spend this week studying and writing some of those essays because it's gonna get tough as fuck fairly soon and now I have this shit to get on top of. And I haven't even told my family because they would just freak the fuck out and/or tell me I'm an idiot for choosing this in the first place instead of a proper tenancy with a contract and all that.
I'm so tired of this.

This meme is overdue.

Comment and I'll give you a list of 4 people. You have to choose which to marry, which to shag, which to snog, and which to throw off a cliff.

forensiciruan gave me Alex Kapranos, David Tennant, Bono and Stephen Fry. THE EVIL LADY OF EVILNESS. So difficult, especially as I was fairly physically close to two of them very recently.

(And can I just point out that this is purely theoretical and I do not intend to do any of this? That is a very serious and so far unheard of demonstration of commitment to real life on my part.)

Marry - Stephen Fry. He would call me darling and I would get to accompany him to all the social events he must attend on account of being a supreme human being. Also during our life together he would bestow upon me some of the amazing knowledge he possesses. Also maybe if we really tried, I could have his tall, fucked-up-nosed, 5/8 parts Hungarian babies so that his amazingness would live on. XD

Shag - David Tennant. Because ever since he broke up with Sophia Myles, it seems like he'll shag anything, including his own timedaughter. You know he's been around a bit.

Snog - Alex Kapranos. I read an interview where he said he didn't have his first kiss until the age of 18. (He must have been the most awkward teenager evur. How difficult is it to imagine that now?) Sooooo you know I'd like to help him make up for lost time and also he is so sweet and oh my goodness who could resist this

Cliff - Bono. Sorry bb. Stephen talks less shit, DT does emotional melodrama better, and as of late, Alex writes and sings better. But presuming the cliff is on the sea coast, he can just walk on water, surely.

Stuff I got in Camden High Street charity shops today:

a cute pale pink bolero style cardigan. goes perfectly with my (also fairly new and super cheap, I mean, £10, yay sales) demin H&M dress with an empire waist

Some People Have Real Problems by Sia, must be a promo version as the cover has an orange rather than black background, no booklet, and it's dated 2007.

Hug Them Close: Blair, Clinton, Bush and the Special Relationship by Peter Riddell. THIS IS ACTUALLY USEFUL FOR MY THESIS RESEARCH BECAUSE MY THESIS IS GOING TO BE ABOUT THE CONTEMPORARY STATUS OF THE SPECIAL RELATIONSHIP AND IT TOTALLY BLEW MY MIND THAT I JUST FOUND A COMPLETELY RELEVANT BOOK AT A BRITISH HEART FOUNDATION SHOP, OMG

My Booky Wook by Russell Brand, which I have wanted to read for a long time

a book on eco gardening, for my sister

Yes Prime Minister - The Diaries of the Right Hon. James Hacker. You know, based on the superb satirical BBC series, and I have wanted to read it ever since those extracts in the British Civilisation coursebook. Eee.

Mouthwash by Kate Nash, promo single

Becoming More Like Alfie by The Divine Comedy, single packed with 3 delicious b-sides, as is Neil's custom.

Release The Stars by Rufus Wainwright, beautiful big fat digipack CD + DVD special edition, oh my god I came

Final Straw by Snow Patrol, with the 2 bonus tracks

All this cost me 27.5 pounds. In fact a bit less, because one of the shops (the Rufus CD one) had no change so I couldn't pay with a 20-pound note and gave the guy all my change instead. Which was about 20p short but he said it's alright so now I'm rid of all those 2p coins, woohoo.


So yeah, it's not a bad thing that my money finally arrived yesterday. I only found out it did a few hours after my boyfriend had left to go back to Hungary, which is sort of good in a way because I can just spend mnoey and feel happy for brief periods of time.

I also scored a face value resale of a ticket for Spiritualized on 17 December. I'll probably be a withered wreck just staring numbly sitting at the Barbican Centre, as 12pm 17 December is the final deadline for handing in every last bit of the 20,000 words I'm having to write this semester.
Apropos this semester. I can't even fucking bring myself to read two artictes and write a one-page reflection sheet about them. I feel stupid, useless and insignificant. Sometimes. Most of the time I just don't care. There is a distinct sense of not belonging here at UCL so I'm not taking it half as seriously as I should.
Also, can you believe I couldn't find a copy of Bram Stoker's Dracula anywhere, not even a proper big Waterstone's? I think we have one at home in Hungarian but that hardly matters now. Anyway. I'm going to have to get my act together and do some work. But I just can't. ugh. I mean really though, Comparative Politics is a load of useless wank. wank wank failed states wank asynchronic comparison wank. I have no opinion on the subject except that it's useless and fucking stupid and has no real value whatsoever and I can't be bothered.
I'll spend Reading Week usefully though. I will. But now I just want to... I literally feel no urge or vocation to do ANYTHING. I could spend every day just walking around, eating, sleeping, going to gigs, meeting friends and occasionally going to class and taking notes. Reading anything on the reading list or doing anything academic outside of sitting in class is just something I could do without, for ever. I should stop feeling that way. But oh my god there are two new Office eps since I last looked. That makes me happy. But why is my mind so dead?

I am still not dead, I'm just twat enoguh not to update. My future self should kick my present self for this because there are/would have been lots of brilliant things to report on, with photos and all.
I mean, it's not like I don't have the time because of my marvellous and frantically busy social life, oh lá láááááááá. Far from it, I could have updated pretty much every weekday but I'm lazy. Still, I've done a few things but I also spend a lot of time just whiling it away. Like now.

I've been to see The Fiery Furnaces, The Primitives at their reunion gig, lots of very indie (or, hey, unsigned) bands on John Peel Day, Adam Green... oh and last Fryday I met Stephen Fry, for reals. Yesterday I went hiking with the UCLU hiking club.

Sometimes I've been really emo, mostly alright, and it's fantastic to have nice people to hang out with.

And there are no words for how excited I am about the second half of this week.

There are also few words for how hungry I am at the moment, 'ravenous' would still do I suppose, and it's pretty bad still being at the library at this hour, so now I'll go home. Updates some time in the distant future, perhaps.

Sooo, people who are more London-savvy than I, is my observation that, basically, I can use the bus for free correct? Like, you know, today I got on the bus using the door down the middle and there was a big crowd so I couldn't even get to the front, the only part of the bus with a card reader. So I didn't touch in. Does this work or will my Oyster know I have been a bad girl and get charged a huge amount next time I use it, or will a TFL swat team hunt me down? I really don't mind the walk to UCL but the bus saves me 20 minutes, which, on an early-morning day like this one, means 20 more minutes of sleep. And one pound of credit saved. I like this.

News. Graduation thesis topics are up on the Corvinus International Studies home page. OMFG. You have to choose 20 in order of preference, possibly narrow them down to certain aspects, write research proposals at least for the ones you really want, then pray for luck and try to send them in as quickly as possible at 11PM GMT on the 8th of October. I really like some of them, basically any and all concerned with the foreign policy of the UK and those two about Scotland, and the ones about Dutch drug policy and online crime.
On 19 October they tell you which one you got. Has to be completed by 30 April. I hope I can impress supervisors by saying things like, "...and the entire British Library is at my disposal" in the research proposals. I really do intend to use my time at UCL to access source material that makes Hungarian academics salivate and yearn in vain.
( Actually, here is my list so far. )

So there goes my weekend, all taken up with srs shit now.
But on Monday I'm seeing Bat For Lashes at the Roundhouse, yaycakes.


Aha! The Corvinus International Office has just informed me that they didn't receive my Validation Form, even though it was faxed on Thursday. AAAAAAAAAAAARGHFGHFHFHJFGJ. Have to go and rectify that now. They'll start sending my money after that.

JFC I haven't eaten anything today.

Hallo there my lovelies, I have relocated and it's brilliant so far. The house is in a pretty, quiet grove but only 10 minutes away from all the goodness of Camden High Street. I'm in love with Sainsbury's and their cheap food. We have a lovely back garden and friendly neighbours, most of whom are Italian. Hot water has never run out so far. My roommate is really nice, easy-going and funny. She talks to me in English half the time because she's so unused to having another Hungarian around.
I'd show you some pictures but my laptop sort of crashed when I tried to load them onto it. I resent my laptop a lot right now. There is wireless internet in the house, which Umberto lets us use for free, but my laptop is so old it can't even have a wireless port fitted (my brother tried), so EPIC FAIL. I'm using the net from my roommate's laptop. But I'm getting the skpe phone on less than a week, so all should be fine then.
I went to the Palladium box office today and got a ticket for Pat Wolf!!! 10th row, it is going to be amazing. I'm so happy. Patrick Wolf!!!!!
I think I can find my way around pretty well, anyway, especially considering that my dad failed to locate his awesome London street map before I came away, so all I have is a small, shoddy one that doesn't extend beyond the centre, so I'll just have to learn my way around NW1 by myself. Good thing London is such a dummy-friendly place with big signs and maps everywhere.
Oh and I love my Oyster card, although I'm going to try to use it as little as possible. I'll eventually work out the quickest way to uni and walk, it's 30 minutes max, probably less with my pipes and speeeed. Worth it if it saves me £10 a week. I foolishly walked into the Oxford Street HMV today. OMFG. OMFG. MUST NOT DO AGAIN UNTIL GRANT ARRIVES.
Oh the kitchen is nice too. I may actually try to cook at some point. But all the ready-made food is very tempting lolz.
Tomorrow, the world officially explodes into MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE-IC. Oh yeah I splashed out on the October issue of Q, the one with Matt smashing the logo. Love/hate of music press in full swing inside my head now, lolz.

Can I just say that although I haven't listened to the leak yet, it's so wonderful that my flist is aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall over it and MUSE MUSE MUSE MUSE I love this. I realised today that I won't be able to buy the album on Monday, so I'm eventually going to listen to the leak as well.
I'll buy it later, when the Erasmus grant starts raining down from the heavens some time in mid-October (what an absolutely fucking disgraceful system. It takes them THREE WEEKS to despatch it, after you've faxed them proof that you have enrolled at the host university. Until then, feel free to beg, steal, borrow and/or survive on Weetabix and water.)
And right now I need all the cash I can spare, because I have finnaly realised (how the fuck have I not seen it? HOW?) that there is a fucking Patrick Wolf gig on the 15th of November, and it's in the London fucking Palladium, and it costs and absolute fuckwad of money, and it's a seated venue so I can't help but buy a ticket straight away. Um, Carolina, if you have any spare sandwiches when we meet, I may come to love you even more than I already do XD

19 September - Editors free gig @ Millenáris, Budapest
2 October - Emilíana Torrini @ MűPa, Budapest
5 October - Patrick Wolf @ WUK, Vienna
8 October - IAMX @ A38, Budapest
14 October - Florence and the Machine @ Flex, Vienna
18 October - Emilíana Torrini @ Gasometer, Vienna
27 November - Placebo @ Stadthalle, Vienna
11 December - Franz Ferdinand @ Gasometer, Vienna

etc

WHY NOW

Um go and cheer in my name too plz.
I won't even bother to list all the sold-out London gigs that are also breaking my heart, but I AM defo seeing the Franzypants, and I guess it's time to try and catch lesser-known awesomeness which isn't met by overwhelming public demand and which I would never ever get to see in Hungary. Here's hoping that Au Revoir Simone, Bat For Lashes, the Fiery Furnaces, 65daysofstatic and Spritualized (!!!) don't sell out before I get my hands on that Erasmus grant. It's gonna be fucking amazing anyway.
Apart from the fact that I'm not sure where I'm going to live but that's sort of irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, right?
UCL offered me a single room in one of their super-duper student houses. For 120 pounds a week. I don't need a single room, I'd take a bed in a room for five if they had such a thing! The outcome of the battle of humane vs. cheap is obvious, if I had a choice. Also, their offer came in the post on or after 10 August (I wasn't at home) and the offer lapsed if I didn't give a reply until 14 August - I could not have answered in time even if I had been at home. And I would have had to decline the offer anyway. The hunt for (dingy) flats and rooms commences as soon as I get to England, I suppose.

ETA: oh and Noel's quit Oasis. (again.)
Now I feel really great. :(

WHAT A LOVELY DARLING MAN
AND THAT IS IT.

Hello boys and girls. It's the third day of the Sziget, and I'll do some reporting now.
Right now it's raining and I'm way past my alloted time in the free net tent, but I do not care. I'm staying put until my pretty purple top dries.

On Day -1 (...yes.) I arrived quite late but could still put my tent up next to szoszo, Julcsi, Zsófi and Viktor, we have a little place of our own. Our neighbours are superb as well, two nice Dutch guys, Germans who are Ärzte fans, etc. I'm developing strong doubts about why we always have to camp in the arsehole of Satan, it's so far from everything and even at night my head is ringing with the slams of the portaloo doors nearby, but it's okay.

I'm taking it really well this year, I think. If it's cold at night, it doesn't really bother me, and I have pretty much stopped eating. That's a good thing because food is really expensive and I know that once I start eating more than once or twice a day, I'll just want to eat more and more and will consequently run out of money. Water is for free, and I actually feel fine if I just have something in the morning and before going to sleep at night. So. Win. I'm proud of myself. My stomach must have shrunk to half its normal size by now.

After settling down on Day -1, I went back to Budapest to shop a bit, because the 20th birthday gig of Tankcsapda (a well-liked punk-ish rock-ish Hungarian band) didn't interest me in the least. At night we partied a bit on the VOLT terrace, the DJ was a bit strange but he put on some really good tunes. Most notably 'Knights Of Cydonia' at quarter past 3 in the morning. Big time.
Day Zero = a big Love Music Hate Racism do, most of which I also missed, because I went back to civilization again to meet karsa_mistmere, forensicirulan and lalaithh. I got back in time to see the end with a British supergroup of musicians, MCs and the lot. They played famous covers like 'Ghost Town,' 'Get Up Stand Up' and finished off with 'Killing In The Name' by RATM, everyone went crazy to it.

Day 1 was pretty much a full Main Stage day for me.
Here's the deal:

IAMX, epic gods of glam electro dark synthpop sex with a significant cult following, played the Main Stage at three in the afternoon.
Nouvelle Vague, a mellow COVER BAND with, uh, no fans per se, played the main stage at half past four.
Lily Allen, an annoying slag who doesn't know her place/how to keep her stupid mouth shut, with oompah music, a fake accent and supposedly witty and cutting-edge lyrics which just come out sounding banal and ridiculous ('Everyone's At It' I mean, seriously??????), played the main stage IN THE HEADLINE SLOT, at half past nine in the evening.

If you don't think this is a complete outrage and a travesty, then, um... what the fuck is wrong with you.

I know. I'm biased, but this setup was completely mistaken.
So I went up to the main stage at half past two and stayed there until 9pm.
( Many sexy photos of IAMX, Nouvelle Vague and Snow Patrol o hay )

Day 2 was mostly spent in Budapest, abusing Kar'sa's computer and fast internet connection. I got back in time to see most of Bloc Party's set, but szoszo & co were stuck at our tents with not much interest in getting up, and I didn't feel like going alone, so I just stayed with them. We finally got up later on, to see the Orquestra Buena Vista Social Club at the world music stage, then the finale of Quimby's gig at the MR2 stage. Both were great. Then we went to see Tricky at the wan2 tent, it was amazing but toward the end I lost it. We were sitting on the ground and some twat poured a load of beer on us and my stomach was churning from all the cigarette smoke around me and my throat was sore, so after the end I went back to my tent and finally had a pretty long night's sleep.
And here we are today, and the single most important gig of the week for me, PRIMAL SCREAM is coming up!!! It was raining quite heavily earlier on, but it seems to have eased now. I'm planning on going in after the first act to see Jet and then THE SCREAM. I'd really like to be first row, though, so might go in even earlier. Also lol, Pendulum and The Prodigy in the evening. I've got a fair amount of vodka. Should get interesting.
I've been here for more than an hour. Hahahahahaha.


EDIT: oh god btw England news.
I bought a ticket to see Teh Franz at the Brixton Academy on 24 October. Beside myself with joy.
And I've just got an invitation from UCL Union Events to FRESHERS FIESTA @ KOKO oh god party life

Oh dear, I'm really depressed. Chocolate, nurofen and ice cream are my best friends. But I've had a fun idea. The other day karsa_mistmere was asking me whether I thought this video was official or not. We couldn't really find any info on it, but I suppose it must be official, it's really nice at any rate. So then I thought, some fan-made, unofficial music videos are awesome!

( And these are some of my favourites )

I've shown you mine, show me yours :D


Today I was happy to find an excellent bootleg of Thom Yorke's appearance at the Latitude Festival. I was also happy to learn that he's writing a new song. I was NOT happy to learn that it's for the next Twilight movie :| Why. I can't see millions of teenyboppers suddenly discovering that The Eraser is their favourite record, but... WHY?
It could just be untrue. cuz this is fucked up, fucked up...

Hallo guiz. I came back from my, um, holiday this afternoon. I've skimmed through my flist and tomorrow I'll go through everything, by comm and friend individually. Because I care so much omzg!
I almost have a tan. And I've managed to remind myself again that alcohol is sort of bad. Stay away from it! LULZ.
Tomorrow I'm going to be posting massive flaily reviews of the two gigs I went to. If you've already decided not to read those (and you probably have), I'll post the abridged versions here.

NINE INCH NAILS WERE SO AMAZING OH FUCKING FUCK. Pure quality. Trent is a motherfucking pig sex god. Epic moshing, sweating, bruising, epic epicness. Epic set. AND I got Justin Meldal-Johnses's bass pick at the end!!!!

SUZANNE VEGA WAS SO AMAZING OH FUCKING FUCK. Laid-back, up front, with lovely friends, epic set, no bruises, AND we got to meet her after!!!! And chatted to bassist Mike Visceglia for about half an hour.

Now you'll be able to skip to the awesome photos and videos when faced with those tiresome posts.

New Muse single. I love it. Yes, it's unoriginal. Does nicking "other people's" tunes bother me? Hmm, let's see...
O HAI DIEHARD LED ZEPPELIN AND OASIS FAN HERE. STEALING 4LYF.
Yes, it does sound like T. Rex/Blondie/Goldfrapp/whoever else with dem sexy riddimz. "Call Me" is possibly one of the best songs ever. Give me something like that and have Bellamy sing it, I'm probably going to love it. And I'm just not having it when people dismiss music because it's derivative. You don't like it. Fine. Can I go through your entire music library and point out all the stuff you should also dislike because it's borrowing from this & that? (as if chord progressions, beats and melodies were anyone's property. eh.) And if you think it isn't, you just haven't heard it yet, baby.
LOL IDK what that rant was good for. Down with snobbery, down with Thatcher, down with your knickers. Something.
Oh also I don't like it when someone goes, "Meh. Still not Muse." Well then stick on Origin of Symmetry and wank to it until you're dry, sad critic.

Anyway, it's nice to be home, my parents are away canoeing, I'd like to sort some things out.
Oh and I want moar Matt/Dom fashion tweet war!

The end-of-year meme has that question, "What was the best thing you bought?" Now I can say, without a shade of doubt, that it was my wellington boots.

( My town this afternoon )

I went out to a restaurant around 2 to talk dinner over with the manager. I couldn't see any of this in the main square, but I decided to come back here on another route, and saw knee-deep water (I know it was because at first I tried to wade through it) in the narrow streets and things like that. My beautician and hairdresser's shop is in a basement. I went over to them and we were hauling the water out in buckets for a good half-hour before firefighters arrived with water pumps. I hope the people who are affected really badly have insurance :S
I'm going home. I hope our cellar is alright.

I'm working here now. It's okay but draining as I usually can't fall asleep before 2am and have to get up at 8 (well. I have tried. I haven't really managed to go in before 11 so far.) So the whole day I try my hardest to stay awake but don't eat as I'm always in a hurry and forget to pack lunch, so I grow really tired in the process. I need to break this routine. Also the day is over so soon. Work is not exactly my thing. I mean, it would be fine really, I get some good tasks, but I don't fucking get paid. No motivational poster could possibly perk me up.
I'm especially pissy now because I was planning to spend the whole weekend in Budapest with my lovely friends, but the summer university starts tomorrow, so there's so much work that I just have to be here.


...alright, I'm actually furious now. My father started lecturing me in that tone that drives me straight through the roof and aaaarrrrgh. I CANNOT fall asleep earlier. Not just yet. I have tried. And once they start nagging me, my head just blows up and I'd rather stay awake the whole fucking night and prove that I can still go and execute epic win like that than do as I'm told. You don't fucking talk down to me and treat me like a kid. I could stop this internship shit right now, go enjoy the summer and find something else later no problem. It's not that I want to, but I don't have to like it, for fuck's sake. I've been used to this freelance decadent lifestyle for two years now, I wasn't gonna start to be awoken early in the morning by the sheer force of my own responsibilites, was I?

Anyway, I was going through my big documents folder and found an old IM conversation of some lol-worth. szoszo and I discussed some articles on NME.com ( Always amusing. )

JAYSIS! (FECK! ARSE! DRINK!) Are you Irish? 'Course you are. We all are, somewhere inside of us. And we all like epic celtic... punk... rock... folk... music.
YES OR YES??!!! YES!!!

Things I have since last night:

- A sweaty high-five from Dave King, the Devil himself
- An actual real Flogging Molly guitar pick
- A pretty gig postcard signed by Bob the banjo player
- A ticket signed by most band members, ie Bob the banjo player, George the drummer, Matt the fierce accordion player, Dave (wheeeeee) and Dennis the guitarist
- Three kisses on the cheek from Dennis the guitarist (my groupie career is taking off! Baby steps, but it is hahahahahahahaaaa)
- A nice badge
- Bruises

Things I do not have:

- Decent concert photos, despite proximity
- My right leg, sort of

( Rambling and indecent photos, fookin' hell, etc )

And this was only last night. I haven't even written anything about the three-day festival that had me strutting my wellies. LOLZ.