Cheers for the comments on the last journal folks - rest assured part 2 will follow soon enough. 
Today's been a supremely frustrating day - I was supposed to be meeting up with my colleagues from the agency to promote the gig we're sorting on Friday for neonkick's band (any local SG'ers, please feel free to come along and lend us your support - it should be a cracking night and it's only just round the corner from Star!) - unfortunately I was the only one who turned up and had to do all the flyering myself!
Even worse, I've tried ringing the buggers all afternoon (as well as a few times yesterday) and have heard precisely nowt.
I am, to put it mildly, a bit fucked off about this - it currently feels as if I'm the only one who's currently putting any effort in. Okay so I know both of them have jobs the same as me but fucking hell, this week I've been bending my back to get things up and going - I entrusted one of them with the job of getting the photocopying done and when it quickly became apparent that (a) the lazy git hadn't and (b) we were running out of time, I was forced to do that myself. Two of us have internet access but I seem to be the one who does all the work (including setting up our all-new singing and dancing Myspace site - anyone who's on there feel free to pop along and add us!) and...oh I dunno, I guess they've got their reasons but fucking hell it's pissing me off.
Ah well, fuck 'em. All you need to know my friends is that Friday night is gonna be THE gig to be present at in Leeds. First up we've got local lads Project 506 to warm the crowd up before Leeds' very own answer to Van Halen, the Retrose, come along and give you some proper riffs 'n' attitude to shake yer spine and bang yer head to then as a grand finale, Pornovurt will round things off and absolutely destroy the gaff. And all for only four of yer English pounds. What better soundtrack could there be to toast the Tories getting (please god!) absolutely fucking annihilated at the polls and that smug racist Nazi scumfuck Michael Howard being sent packing back to the Job Centre.
Regards,
Yorkie
Oh and PS - do me a favour and go say something nice to the very lovely Caz - she's had a bit of a bad month and could use some kind words. Cheers.
THURSDAY UPDATE - Ah bless 'em, the buggers came through for me in the end! Finally got in touch with 'em today and they're both off on a mass flyering spree round the city centre tomorrow! All's well that ends well eh?
Also, who'd've thunk Myspace would've increased our contacts so quickly? That thang rules I tells yer!!
Today's been a supremely frustrating day - I was supposed to be meeting up with my colleagues from the agency to promote the gig we're sorting on Friday for neonkick's band (any local SG'ers, please feel free to come along and lend us your support - it should be a cracking night and it's only just round the corner from Star!) - unfortunately I was the only one who turned up and had to do all the flyering myself!
Even worse, I've tried ringing the buggers all afternoon (as well as a few times yesterday) and have heard precisely nowt.
I am, to put it mildly, a bit fucked off about this - it currently feels as if I'm the only one who's currently putting any effort in. Okay so I know both of them have jobs the same as me but fucking hell, this week I've been bending my back to get things up and going - I entrusted one of them with the job of getting the photocopying done and when it quickly became apparent that (a) the lazy git hadn't and (b) we were running out of time, I was forced to do that myself. Two of us have internet access but I seem to be the one who does all the work (including setting up our all-new singing and dancing Myspace site - anyone who's on there feel free to pop along and add us!) and...oh I dunno, I guess they've got their reasons but fucking hell it's pissing me off.
Ah well, fuck 'em. All you need to know my friends is that Friday night is gonna be THE gig to be present at in Leeds. First up we've got local lads Project 506 to warm the crowd up before Leeds' very own answer to Van Halen, the Retrose, come along and give you some proper riffs 'n' attitude to shake yer spine and bang yer head to then as a grand finale, Pornovurt will round things off and absolutely destroy the gaff. And all for only four of yer English pounds. What better soundtrack could there be to toast the Tories getting (please god!) absolutely fucking annihilated at the polls and that smug racist Nazi scumfuck Michael Howard being sent packing back to the Job Centre.
Regards,
Yorkie
Oh and PS - do me a favour and go say something nice to the very lovely Caz - she's had a bit of a bad month and could use some kind words. Cheers.
THURSDAY UPDATE - Ah bless 'em, the buggers came through for me in the end! Finally got in touch with 'em today and they're both off on a mass flyering spree round the city centre tomorrow! All's well that ends well eh?
Also, who'd've thunk Myspace would've increased our contacts so quickly? That thang rules I tells yer!!
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[Edited on May 04, 2005 3:55PM]
ooooh i'll keep my fingers crossed4u aswel
dude u live in leeds,ru going2see tsunami bomb?