She said you should always dress as if you’re going to see your worst enemy; what exactly is the protocol for seeing someone who still, after all these years, makes your heart sink? You hadn’t quite planned for the prospect of being in a room with him again ever in a million years… Let alone speaking, or rather muttering, to him in the one place where you thought you’d never have to bump into anyone from ‘before’ again. It wasn’t ever really a ‘thing’, why were you so nervous? Why the hell are you still playing it over and over again in your head? You know you’re being overdramatic, but you moved here with the vain hope of never having to bump into the people you used to know. Luckily for anyone that may come across this, I’ve lost my trail of thought. Guess that’s the end of that then. If only it were actually that simple.
Come on just say it, you need me like a bad habit.
One that leaves you defenseless, dependent, and alone…
Are you afraid to say what you want to? Tell me you want to.
Taking Back Sunday, “One Eighty by Summer”
Think it’s time for blankets, take-away and Beauty and The Beast.
I find it fucking hilarious that one of the reasons I was cast aside was my filthy wonk habit, yet now your new infatuation has unveiled herself as a dirty kethead too. You sure do know how to choose ‘em.
She couldn’t get more like me if she tried… So why do I feel so inadequate? Why am I so jealous of something that doesn’t even exist?
We were lying in our festihut with the window open enjoying a final spliff before bed as our acid trip came to an end, and these two came out of nowhere. Their paths crossed right in front of our hut and it felt like something out of a well crafted pantomime, created purely for our amusement.
It went a little like this:
Skeleton: “Can I try your…?”
Doctor: “Yeah, can I try yours?”
They went on to try each other’s goggles and stethoscope. Eventually we convinced skeleton boy to play us his trumpet, all the way from China apparently.
Genuinely the best thing I’ve ever experienced. We lay there pissing ourselves for a further ten or fifteen minutes as skeleton boy walked around the campsite blowing his trumpet in the distance. Faaaantastic.
Finally recovered from Dour, now back in London and on a serious work ting until Reading and Outlook.
There are no words to express how mind blowing Dour was: Sick people, sick vibes, sick sound systems.
Fucked my knee up again and my phone got stolen in the pit during Skindred which is pretty gutting, but it could have been worse. Watching the sun rise to the loveliest acid tirp made up for my loss. Overall, it was a cracking festival and I’m hoping the line-up’s just as good next year!