Take My Hand And Lead Me On

THE BLOG IS ACTUALLY AND FINALLY FIXED.

PROPERLY THIS TIME.

Ahhhhhh.

Anyway:

THE OK GO CONCERT WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING, AND MAYBE EVEN BETTER THAN GREENDAY WHICH IS SAYING A LOT AS I COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY ADORED GREENDAY AND ARGH AND AH.

So, Rozza and I left school, smothered in 4 jumpers each and not enough money, boarded a train for the tube striken, be-rush houred Waterloo. Here we attacked the bagel factory (yes, necessary, ok?) and trundled down to the underground.

We made our way VERY easily to Islington - too easily, a mon avis - and headed towards the Bar Academy. Too early. So we ran to Woolies, purchased a disposable camera, and sauntered back to the Academy, properly bumping into Damien Kulash (lead singer of OK Go, for you gayers out there). Cue flashing MASSIVE grins at him. Grin grin. How fit.

We waited for a bit, bothered only by an old man accusing Rosanne of being Dennis the Menace. This was not due to her cartoonish appearance (surprisingly), but it was, in fact, the fault of a rather large black and red stripy jumper, which she had procured from a love struck Phil. Bless.

After much coldness (despite our million jumpers), we were allowed in.

The actual bar was TINY. Absolutely miniscule. We wandered to the stage area. Which was even smaller. The bar was nice and cosy, and so we stood (near the front. Grin) until the first support band adorned the stage. They were The Bright Space, and were AMAZING. Like, really really good. The second were Envy & Other Sins, which were even better. The best support bands EVAR. No jokes, matey. Never joke about support bands. No one should.

At long bloody last, OK Go trundled onto the stage. The next hour was filled with groovity and wowishness, as they danced around the stage in a particularly lovely fashion. We were so close that we were utterly drenched in his spit. Nice. But this was ok (go) as he was FIT AS. No jokes. I would do him. A lot. Oh yes. Anyway. He also made many mistakes. But that made it all the better. I don't know why.

AND AT THE END, THEY DID THE LEGENDARY "A MILLION WAYS" DANCE.

Look at it. NOW. You HAVE NO CHOICE.

DANCE OF NICENESS

I nearly cried.

Homeness was wented to without hitch (again. I know. Weird), and we arrived at my aunt's house at midnight, just in time to eat Pringles, cheese and Christmas tree chocolates. And slide off sofas like Gollum.

Ahhhhhhh.

Unfortunately, the bad luck set in, as we reached Putney station the next day, and realised that we didn't have enough money to get to Chertsey. We managed to get away with it right up till Egham. But then we had to escape Mr. "Don't use yesterday ticket yes?" trainman. Ahh dear.

The rest of the day was nice, spent mostly in the art block, hiding in dark rooms, drinking the chemicals, and then winning a quiz as part of The Pointy Reckoning. Oh yes, we do rule.

I think I have blogged enough now.

So you must all shut up.