ok, so nice to see my Keith Moon blog went down well with so many of you! 
i just got back from seeing Gallows in Kingston, and things got a bit insane.
the venue was full of hardcore dancing cunts...and when Gallows came on to a sold out venue, the "i wanna windmill like a twat" cunts managed to clear a space so big and so quickly, the audience around them spilled across the floor like skittles...
...slamming myself and carmel and everyone else into the bar - which being my size, meant i was slammed sideways across my ribs, and was winded for the rest of the show.
then my back started to hurt, basically felt all the muscles tighten around the centre of my spine. I managed to last till the final song of the gig, but admitted defeat and went and watched the band on the screen in the bar like a sad sorry twat.
luckily for everyone else, the gig got so rowdy and insane, the hardcore kids didn't stand a chance, so the "i'm in my personal space" dancing had to stop.
quite frankly Gallows scare the crap out of me - and so do the Kerrang-and-NME kids that are now following them. Frank really manages to rile the crowd up nicely, and while the insanity and chaos is amazing to watch, atmosphere wise, its not the best. they really are one scary bunch of fuckers on stage, esp when you see em before the gig, and they just look like a nice quiet bunch of skinny kids...
i dunno if i was coming over claustrophobic, or if the weekends beer consumption was getting to me, or what...all i knew was i couldn't take no more, and went and stood in the other bar.
urg....
Frank: "If you know the words, sing along - if you don't, PUNCH ME IN THE FACE!"
UPDATE: phew. seems i can still walk and get out of bed. doesn't stop me feeling like i've been beaten up by a load of 16 year old emo haircuts....
i just got back from seeing Gallows in Kingston, and things got a bit insane.
the venue was full of hardcore dancing cunts...and when Gallows came on to a sold out venue, the "i wanna windmill like a twat" cunts managed to clear a space so big and so quickly, the audience around them spilled across the floor like skittles...
...slamming myself and carmel and everyone else into the bar - which being my size, meant i was slammed sideways across my ribs, and was winded for the rest of the show.
then my back started to hurt, basically felt all the muscles tighten around the centre of my spine. I managed to last till the final song of the gig, but admitted defeat and went and watched the band on the screen in the bar like a sad sorry twat.
luckily for everyone else, the gig got so rowdy and insane, the hardcore kids didn't stand a chance, so the "i'm in my personal space" dancing had to stop.
quite frankly Gallows scare the crap out of me - and so do the Kerrang-and-NME kids that are now following them. Frank really manages to rile the crowd up nicely, and while the insanity and chaos is amazing to watch, atmosphere wise, its not the best. they really are one scary bunch of fuckers on stage, esp when you see em before the gig, and they just look like a nice quiet bunch of skinny kids...
i dunno if i was coming over claustrophobic, or if the weekends beer consumption was getting to me, or what...all i knew was i couldn't take no more, and went and stood in the other bar.
urg....
Frank: "If you know the words, sing along - if you don't, PUNCH ME IN THE FACE!"
UPDATE: phew. seems i can still walk and get out of bed. doesn't stop me feeling like i've been beaten up by a load of 16 year old emo haircuts....
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stenno:
The snowglobe is yours, for 50 
stenno:
O.N.O.