Just DIE. Although more so the food companies who mark the "tear here" then proceed to make it not actually tear there. Although they probably do it the other way round. Whatever. I going to use this thread to say a load of things that are going through my head right now, each of which may or may not deserve a thread of its own, but if I did start a thread for all of them, I'd end up with like 6 threads! Chances of me replying to it with something I've forgotten to mention: fair.
God my ears are ringing... Anyway, fun game to play on the tube: "Guess where the hot girl sitting opposite you is going to get off". Comedy answers of "My place" need not apply. It has thus far (i.e. about 10 minutes after I invented it) spawned the spin-off game "Guess where the hot girl who just got on the train is going to sit down". I am rubbish at both :(
Next... thing: is Beck's Vier supposed to taste like vinegar? Because it did. Today. When I had a pint. Smelt of it too. It made me feel sick. I had a similar experience with some McDonald's BBQ sauce yesterday though, so I'm thinking maybe there's just something wrong with my taste buds which makes everything with the potential to taste like vinegar actually taste like vinegar. Or they were both just a bit manky.
Also, I fell in love tonight. Well, I fell in love several times tonight because (/Tristan), but there was one girl who really, really meant something to me. I found out her name and everything. Because she was in one of the bands I was seeing and the frontman said what it was. Port O'Brien the band. They were supporting Malajube. At the 100 Club. And she was just so incredible. I think she was just in the band for people to perv over, though, because she didn't seem to do very much. Then she got off the stage, danced with
the person in front of me and broke me heart. Even for me, that's a pretty quick progression of events. Nonetheless, if I'd had any money, I still would have bought a CD from her, then said "I'm only buying this from you because you're pretty, by the way. To be honest, this is basically prostitution for me, except with a CD instead of sex".
TALKING OF PORT O'BRIEN, does who was there know if they actually gave away a 7" to the best dancer like they said they were going to? Because I thought I was all over that shit. I didn't even listen to the second half of their set because I was too busy checking out my only obvious competition a few feet away from me, but they were blatantly only in it for the prize, whereas I was clearly FEELING it. And even if they didn't, is it so much to ask for a little appreciation for it? Same goes for Malajube. You know, something like "Thank you, thank you everyone. But thank you especially to *you*. Everyone else was okay, but you really made this gig for us". Bobby? Gareth? Paul? Is that so much to ask?
I've decided I really like girls who wear shirts and waistcoats and ties like Annie Hall. Except I don't like Annie Hall. I mean, I like Diane Keaton (younger), obviously, I just don't like the film. I think Woody Allen's overrated.