|What a random day.
||[May. 27th, 2006|09:30 pm]
|||||Feeder - The Singles||]|
In the words of that bird from The Sound Of Music (Shaz will know her name...) 'let's start from the very beginning, it's the very best place to start' and all that shite.
Didn't get to bed this morning till like 1am staying up waiting for mag-knee-toe at it's dirtiest to be played, was worth the wait - and then some. For those who missed it:
Made To Wreck: http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=ED1B36E21EF6C471
Null and Void: http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=B69BE54D54D138DC
Ok I know I said I was starting at the beginning but I need to back track slightly for this one. Basically yesterday mum didn't come home from work. 8pm comes and still no word, thought she'd gone out or something after work so thought nothing of it. Then sis rings up dad saying mum's 'gone away for a few days' and said little else. So at this point we have no idea where the fuck she is. For the record, my parents have always had an, erm, turbulent relationship? They can argue till the cows come home and have been for as long as I can remember, in fact I'd worry if they didn't argue. Anyway, then mum won't answer her phone to anyone, dad's leaving 55363748484 messages for her and she still won't talk to anyone. I was glad to get to bed last night to escape dad's emotional outbursts and generally stop worrying; I know that sounds really insensitive but I don't know how else to feel about it really. Hence the indifferent mood thingamibob. (just realised the brigade punnage before maria points it out...)
Anyway, father wakes me up about 8ish, still heard nothing from mum and he's still really upset. This is the last thing I want after only having had 7 hours sleep (very little for me) and I start to wish the minutes away before I'm due to go out. Eventually after several hours of not-knowing-what-to-say-ness, I leave the house eccstatic to get away from everything and go and meet the lovely Charley.
Usual falling asleep on the trainage, even more than usual from the lack of sleep, and I'm actually on time once. Walk from Kings Cross mainline station to St Pancras which is just round the corner. It's at this point I would like to point out this was about to become the first of many random events that took place today. Ok, so you know how many people there are who look like certain celebrities right? I'm forever seeing emo/punk/alternative wannabees who've clearly totally modelled theirselves on their favourite band member to wank over. Sorry I meant idol. Billy Joe, Charlie Simpson, Dougie Poynter... yes you can see where this is leading can't you. Obviously even I'm not lucky enough to have bumped into either of the former two. So I'm waiting outside WHSmiths when I realise Charley's not there. I call her, she's in the mainline station and I'm just about to leave when, would you believe it, for once it's not a lookalike but Dougie himself at the check-out. Queue frantic and attempted discreet phone calls to Charley telling her to 'hurry up because there's someone she might like to see here...' We then go upstairs to see him waiting on his own for a train, again chatting away in a pathetic attempt to not make it obvious we've spotted him. He looked straight at us several times, then came over and stood next to us?! Dunno if he recognised us bearing in mind how long it's been since we've seen them, who knows. Could have got my cam out and done the fan thing but I'd have felt bad. Didn't wanna draw attention to the dude.
Still as fit as ever though. And I'd forgotten how short he was.
Just realised this is already a collosal essay and I'm bored of typing already. Will do another entry later probably. Loads more to tell still but can't be arsed at the mo, I'm off to attempt a minimal amount of revision.