Happen quite a lot and I should really learn to appreciate them more.
After heading down to the train station, meeting Lauren for tickets, going up to London, suffocating on a tube and then getting to the venue with an hour before doors opened. We just sat and chilled for a bit, or at least that was until quite possibly the drunkest man you have ever encountered came, and not sat, but fell on the floor dangerously close to me and continued to speak somewhere between English, jibberish and complete bullshit. This was fairly terrifying.
The gig itself was something to behold with my main highlights being that as soon as I don't mind started. Everyone stood completely still and I think the whole room must have known the words. (As well as rather brilliantly the rest of the members weren't needed so they just had a beer). Other than that I have nothing else to say on the music. Except is there such a thing as being to perfect? The crowd was mental, people were climbing on the stage, purely to crowd dive straight back of it again. And anyone in the front was used as a climbing frame and crushed frequent times.
O&O
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