Naturally, the Leeds festival was the unquestionable peak of the past month or so. Pound for pound it’s probably the most entertaining activity you could invest in because there’s just something so right about seventy thousand people camping together in a few fields to watching 3 days of live music. The best or worst things about a festival depending on how you view them include: campfires / burning anything, the drug-free policy, sunburn, beards, visiting the toilets, neighbours and everybody’s carefree attitude. The highlights of this year consisted of; watching a couple get it on with a blow-up doll, throwing a bag of shit across a campsite, making people sing the Rasmus, teaching ‘highland dancing’, deliberately satirising Scotland, lobster Joe and his wig, Giving out asbos, yelling ‘Dan’, Long John and Sludge’s venomous drunk tune. Even though it was a tame trip when compared to the past few it was definitely one of the better festivals for music.
And then there was… Freshers Week. This year was too much for me: 11 out of 12 nights out in a row from the Wednesday before ensured a battering that even my liver isn’t accustomed to, and three weeks later I still can’t stand the thought of touching a drink. However, it was a smashing week, made even better by the over-the-top gay pink T-shirts we had to wear everywhere, from the train station through to the open mic night, which was cool because they were banter and fun magnets. Giving a guided tour of the town to about 60 confused students was almost as sweet as cashing in on free drinks every night and a liquid gold card!
The One True Onion gig at Kilau was almost certainly the most entertaining and enjoyable performance I’ve delivered in over 4 years of gigging. The feeling of having a room full of people sing-a-long to one of your songs is so good that it’s virtually inexpressible. Solo plans for the rest of the year will have to include getting an entire set of varied acoustic songs and releasing a CD or at least getting some recordings up on the ‘net. To match this it would seem that golfing has also been thrown back on to the agenda after a long time on the back burner, trying to break the 100 mark is the current task. It’d also be good to get weasel, peeps and other old timers back on the course too.
The other day I realised that what was once the sacred act of sleeping over at a friend’s house has evolved into two grown-up forms; ‘doing lunch’ and ‘crashing’. It would appear that my age group has officially waved goodbye to 12-hour Playstation or horror film binges with nothing but junk food and embraced mid-week catch-ups at lunchtime & waking up on your buddies’ floor. Damn, I’m going to miss those late nights and Jelly Beans.
Question: would you be happy with your life if you died tomorrow?
Answer: In the way that people saw and remembered me, yes. On a personal satisfaction scale there would be some things I’d change. I’d scarcely touch a games console after 16 years of age (or kill the guy who made Pro Evo Soccer); never turn down an opportunity to do anything with a girl; spend less time in education and do more working / travelling; take more care of my physique and drank much less.
Final trimmings from this month are going back to Uni with a face-melting five-hour timetable and actually enjoying the workload and being shouted at by a deaf and dumb lady. Also had my first doubts about becoming a teacher after being offered a job with 30k potential based on my social skills alone… perhaps teaching is best kept ‘til I’m older, wiser and wanting to pass on my knowledge. Hopefully I’ll have a better idea by the end of this teaching placement.
And then there was… Freshers Week. This year was too much for me: 11 out of 12 nights out in a row from the Wednesday before ensured a battering that even my liver isn’t accustomed to, and three weeks later I still can’t stand the thought of touching a drink. However, it was a smashing week, made even better by the over-the-top gay pink T-shirts we had to wear everywhere, from the train station through to the open mic night, which was cool because they were banter and fun magnets. Giving a guided tour of the town to about 60 confused students was almost as sweet as cashing in on free drinks every night and a liquid gold card!
The One True Onion gig at Kilau was almost certainly the most entertaining and enjoyable performance I’ve delivered in over 4 years of gigging. The feeling of having a room full of people sing-a-long to one of your songs is so good that it’s virtually inexpressible. Solo plans for the rest of the year will have to include getting an entire set of varied acoustic songs and releasing a CD or at least getting some recordings up on the ‘net. To match this it would seem that golfing has also been thrown back on to the agenda after a long time on the back burner, trying to break the 100 mark is the current task. It’d also be good to get weasel, peeps and other old timers back on the course too.
The other day I realised that what was once the sacred act of sleeping over at a friend’s house has evolved into two grown-up forms; ‘doing lunch’ and ‘crashing’. It would appear that my age group has officially waved goodbye to 12-hour Playstation or horror film binges with nothing but junk food and embraced mid-week catch-ups at lunchtime & waking up on your buddies’ floor. Damn, I’m going to miss those late nights and Jelly Beans.
Question: would you be happy with your life if you died tomorrow?
Answer: In the way that people saw and remembered me, yes. On a personal satisfaction scale there would be some things I’d change. I’d scarcely touch a games console after 16 years of age (or kill the guy who made Pro Evo Soccer); never turn down an opportunity to do anything with a girl; spend less time in education and do more working / travelling; take more care of my physique and drank much less.
Final trimmings from this month are going back to Uni with a face-melting five-hour timetable and actually enjoying the workload and being shouted at by a deaf and dumb lady. Also had my first doubts about becoming a teacher after being offered a job with 30k potential based on my social skills alone… perhaps teaching is best kept ‘til I’m older, wiser and wanting to pass on my knowledge. Hopefully I’ll have a better idea by the end of this teaching placement.
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