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On Friday afternoon, I left school in a bright yellow car, driven by Rozzle's big sister, and arrived at her house, in time to try on nasty green dresses, make fun of the school photo and eat cheese toasties. We missed our train, and stood on the station for six years, whilst discussing all and sundry. We trained, and found GEE, who we have not seen since June. Much hugging and screaming in a girly fashion commenced. We then found the rest of our company (Georgie, Bob and Lauren), and Tubed for another twenty years. At last we reached Wembly, and walked the million miles to the pavillion. As we drew closer, we noticed that we were, in fact, the oldest there. All around, as far as the eye could see, were seven year olds, ten year old and perhaps a couple of twelve year olds.

Us six grannies made our way through the crowds of pre-pubescent noise machines, and went our separate ways. Inside the pavillion (read: big tent with a gazillion seats) we found our places. About 200 rows from the stage. And even that was in the middle of the place. We looked towards the stage area, and, alas and alack, could see less than nothing. Particularly Gee and Rozza, as they had left their glasses at home. Ha.

There was music blasting out of speakers, and many childrenish ones next to us were screaming and shouting in a very chavvy fashion. I sighed, and slid down further into my plastic seat.

Eventually, the house (sorry - tent) lights went down, and the entire congregation (save us three, obviously) erupted into massive cheers. Unable to see (yes, we really are that short), we clambered onto our somewhat precariously fixed seats, and squinted at the stage. Was that Mcfly? Were there actually people on stage, or were those just really big ants? Was it music, or were the screams of kids just sounding more tuneful?

After some frantic askance, we discovered that it was Famous Last Words - a barely existing band. After about three songs, they ran off stage. The audience was left in the dark, whilst screens turned on, and played some adverts. Everytime a new advert came on, everyone would scream (except us, duh). I put my head in my hands, and prayed for it all to be over.

Tyler James was next, and he was alright. Apart from his painful sounding yelps that he randomly added into his songs. The house lights came up, and we watched more adverts.

At long last, the house lights went down, and the place burst into a roar of teeny bopper voices. Luckily, the chubby chavs next to us had moved away (to where? No one could say...) and so, in this respect, my ears were saved.

Mcfly were - surprisingly enough - extremely grooving. The new stuff was not as good as the old, but that was to be expected. As we were so far away, we attempted to stand on the seats, but alas, a mad woman with a torch (which she insisted on shining right into my eyes - I do like having corneas, you know) yelled at us in a menacing fashion, so we jumped off the seats. As soon as her back was turned, we leapt back onto them. Rosanne broke hers within the first ten minutes, and spent the rest of the time trying to make sure it didnt split.

For some inexplicable reason, during Unsaid Things, there was a giant pair of inflatable legs on stage. And then, they decided that it would be fun to discuss vomit and food poisoning. Yes.

All in all, it was not the best concerty gig thingy I've been to, but it was DARN good for what it was. Even though I couldn't see them. And I've never been so deaf in my entire life as I was after that.

I stayed at Rozza's (thanks babe), which was naaaaaaaiiiice.

Saturday was spent in Guildford with Krease, buying presents and food.

Today, we had the rellies over.

I have done no homework.

Ah well.