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So I was back up in Leeds on Friday night for an evening of random boozing, catching up with some guys I went to uni with, and seeing the Backyard Babies at the Cockpit.... I had an aweosme night, marred at certain points by the fact that I am an idiot of epic proportions at times.

Reasons too complicated to get in to, meant that I didn't leave Nottingham till 7pm having picked up one of my partners in crime from the bus station.

As one or two of my previous posts suggest, I have "clumsy fucker" syndrome....I get out of the car at the bus station to put my mates bag in the boot, failing to notice that my favourite, rock and roll, aviator sunglasses are on my lap. The next thing I feel is something distinctly crunchy beneath my foot..... and the rest is history, but suffice to say, this was not a good start to the evening.

A moments silence if you please, for the untimely and indeed grisly passing of the coolest (and sadly, most expensive) pair of sunglasses I have ever owned.

By this point we were becoming later and later for the gig (having sat for 10 minutes in the car park in absolute disbelief, marvelling at my stupidity) We absolutely hammered it up the M1 and made Leeds for about 8:30 in a real panic that we were going to miss the show. Found a car park which appeared to be cheap enough for overnight parking, then rushed down to the Cockpit to find the Backyard Babies just coming on stage.... Finally the evening had panned out...

The band were very good, albeit that they are becoming more and more like the Swedish Wildhearts with every day that passes, but that isn't such a bad thing I suppose....and then they went off stage after half an hour. Ah well we thought, a nice long encore will pull this round....
These guys have everyone chanting and shouting for them to come back, eventually do, and then play two more soungs and fuck off again....
I don't know if I'm being unreasonable here, and part of me things that I'm partially still a bit pissed off about the sunglasses incident from earlier, but 12 seems like a lot of money for a 45 minute show.(Even though it was an awesome 45 minutes)
Given that they spent a good deal of the set saying how glad they were to be back in their second home, LEEDS (??!!??), they could maybe have touched the hour mark with a few more tunes!! I suspect the fault really lies with the Cockpit- but I was well disappointed to be leaving the finished gig at 9:50pm....NOT very rock and roll!

The up side to this of course, was that we were in the Dry Dock with drinks in hand by 10.... Rowdyness ensued...the Dry Dock became Star at Leeds Met Uni... the details are muddled, but I have a very clear memory of singing along to Shout At The Devil with my fist in the air at one point late on in the night....

I also remember thinking that the definition of lazy DJing is playing Enter Sandman, Smells Like Teen Spirit and Killing In The Name Of...God I'm sick of hearing those songs when I'm out. PLAY SOMETHING ELSE FOR CHRISTS SAKE!!!

3am found us wandering the streets of Leeds surrounded by Ben Sherman/Rockport wearing, meat headed wankers- I love city centres at closing time!!! Having endured a kebab shop full of stupidity, we decided enough was enough and called it a night.

Returned to the centre of Leeds the following morning to pick up my car, to discover that reading the small print in terms or car park tariffs is actually not a bad idea, and that making assumptions is usually a fucking error. It transpired that the all night tariff that I'd thought would apply, didn't....because I'd come back outside of the stated hours. What I'd thought would cost 4.90, did in fact cost....that's right, 18!!!!!!! I complained bitterly to a very unhelpful woman and was then forced to stump up the cash through gritted teeth!
A pretty fitting end to an excellent althouh somewhat expensive trip.
When I grow up, I want to own a car park in the centre of Leeds....legal fucking mugging, I tell ya!!!

I have the urge for a new piercing today...hmmmm!

That will be all

Kisses for the girls, manly handshakes for the guys- you know the drill!
S. xx