6am cobwebs
Friday was good. Strange but good. The gig was incredible. Roisin Murphy is an amazing performer. And it's worth going to see her for the outfits alone. It brought back memories of watching her at Glastonbury and Bloom this Summer. Particularly Bloom. Except without the howling icy gales and the boy at my side.
Plump DJs was so not as amazing as I'd hoped. Well, the music was. But, to be honest, it felt wrong being there. Too many memories I guess. I love the Warehouse Project, I really do. It's an incredible venue, the sound is amazing and it's just awesome. But without the traditional bus ride back to Liverpool and the customary day in bed laughing, drinking wine, watching Ghostbusters and eating curry.... it just made me sad. And sorry that I let things end up the way they did.
I'm fairly certain that I'll never forgive myself for that.
This post has been brought to you by the second day of a raging hangover, eternal regret and tuna melt sandwiches.
Plump DJs was so not as amazing as I'd hoped. Well, the music was. But, to be honest, it felt wrong being there. Too many memories I guess. I love the Warehouse Project, I really do. It's an incredible venue, the sound is amazing and it's just awesome. But without the traditional bus ride back to Liverpool and the customary day in bed laughing, drinking wine, watching Ghostbusters and eating curry.... it just made me sad. And sorry that I let things end up the way they did.
I'm fairly certain that I'll never forgive myself for that.
This post has been brought to you by the second day of a raging hangover, eternal regret and tuna melt sandwiches.
