May 4, 2008
A hundred blinking goths, Jabba goes J-Ho, and sodden notes drying on radiators
There are many things I should have resisted.
An invitation to Ara, Manchester's leading goth night. I arrive dressed in white. A hundred six-foot black and purple people, some of them dressed as crows, don sunglasses.
A record company showcase featuring a nascent All Saints. The room is full of Manchester celebrities. I spill MC Tunes' pint. His response didn't rhyme, but it certainly had bite.
Buying the Kooks' album. What was I thinking? It makes me sick to even think of it. I gave the CD away in a tombola at my 33-and-a-third birthday bash.
Getting my ears pierced in a strange attempt to cure a throbbing hangover. I looked like Jabba The Hut trying to be Lindsay Lohan. I decided that getting things pierced somehow doesn't cure hangovers.
Sledging with £1,300 in my back pockets.
There are many things I should have resisted. However, there is one thing I have resisted, but should have given in to quite some time ago.
Yes. I am finally on Last FM. Be the first to find me here.
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