||[Jun. 11th, 2005|10:42 pm]
|||||dive dive - sounds all wrong||]|
This week has been rather hectic. Let me recount...
On Tuesday and Wednesday I had exams. I am an idiot and didn't sleep on Tuesday night as I really did need to do some revision for the my exams the next day. That was 6 hours of exams and was not much fun. Except, I wrote Chesney (the name of my future husband) on the table which kept me vaguely amused for a while, and the prospect of the evening's gig also aided my survival.
Said gig was was absolutely fantastic. Unfortunately I was épuisée and had some utter knobs in front of me. Realistically that was not going to be enough to prevent me from enjoying every second of the set. "Every time a teenager listens to..." is currently my favourite song and I am 'peadophile-in-a-playground' excited about this album. A kick in the mouth sounds ace live (remember kids, it's out Monday!) and I really do want to go to BukandSkit. [Someone please force me to stop saying this and actually buy a ticket].
After the show I arranged with Gem and Holly to be collected en route to Birmingham at half one the next day. When they arrived for me I was fast asleep and they had to spend about quarter of an hour outside ringing the doorbell until I eventually arose (sorry!). [Moral of the story is, if you are meant to be meeting Lucy anywhere at anytime, you should always make sure you have had some form of contact with her that day. Bear in mind, I can text/have phone conversations in my sleep and remember nothing of them afterwards.] So, the journey to Birmingham was (to my recollection) smooth. Birmingham itself, is a nightmare, so we were amazed to spot Granita, thinking we would be able to follow it/her to the record store. Granita however, appeared to be going the wrong way, so Rachel picked up her phone to give them a call... (This was AFTER she yelled at them out the window "LISTEN TO DIVE DIVE"). It was then that the text from Tarrant/Dave stating that the instore had been cancelled was discovered. D'oh!
About 150 miles later, we are in Winchester, where Tarrant has very kindly guestlisted us all in apology for the Birmingham cock up. I was going to suggest he guestlisted Gem and Holly for the whole tour, but maybe that takes the piss ever so slightly. It was decided that we would write them a setlist, which got shunned massively (a shame as it was fucking A). The Dive Dive album, Tilting at Windmills, (released 11th July) is absolutely incredible and I recommend that all of you that read this (... that's about 5 people) buy it.
That night, I stayed at the Swain residence and sat up all night and:
- waited for the Reuben video to make an appearance (which it didn't!)
- was introduced to the genius that is... Bob Ross
- scoured the net for Nigel with hair
- laughed a lot
- listened to one of the funniest songs ever (connected to the 2 previously noted activities!)
Gem made 2 cakes in the morning, whilst I dozed on the sofa. It was a very hot day and I had a chance to walk about for a bit. It is pretty where Gem and Holly live. I like fields.
Holly got home from work and we departed for Oxford. She has super-longlasting batteries that one. I can only wonder how she does it. The acoustic set was short but sweet. Purchased the Sorry Suitor single which deserves to do well in the general chart. Alas, the cancellation of 3[?] instores and lack of promotion doesn't fare well, which is a damn shame.
So, after a thoroughly knackering couple of days, I woke up at 7 today. That's 7pm. Forutnately, this was just in time to catch Doctor Who. Unfortunately I had missed my friends' gig that I had promised to attend, and was kind of hoping to catch. Boo. The rest of the crowd had gone to St Albans. St Albans is rubbish, so I have spent the evening sitting in my pink dressing gown doing nothing. Productive.
Tomorrow I am going to a birthday party. That of my 2 year old niece... Crazy.
Take care critters X