It's self inflicted, though, of course. Yesterday I went into Manchester, in the pouring, freezing rain, without even a coat on. On Friday night, I did the same. Bad, bad Emma.
Friday night was insanely good fun. Me and Sam got the long, gay bus into town (I cant wait to move into my new house, it's like 25 minutes closer to, well, everything) and went into Fab Cafe. Afew hours later, we moved onto Night and Day to see Foals. First, though, was the support band, Bureau, who have a singer that looks like a Morrissey impersonator, and they sound scarily like Duran Duran. Anyways, we saw Nick in there and tormented him as per usual, and before long, Foals were playing. I love Foals. I cant compare them to anyone as they sound like nobody else, although in one song I sometimes hear a litte Q and not U, but Foals are better. They're touring like mad at the moment, so if they come near you be sure to go along. At around 11.30, the set was over and it was time to move onto the house party. Me and Sam waited a little while before we went down, and by the time we got there, there were so many people in the house that they had begun spilling out of the doors and windows. Nick somehow managed to drag us into the living room, where the band were just finishing setting up, and minutes later they started playing, amps and all.
There were seriously about 200 people in the house. By everyones estimations, they shouldnt have gotten through more than 2 songs without the police showing up, but, amazingly, they made it through an entire set. The floor constantly felt like it was going to give way and at one point I heard someone say to a friend 'If we get out of this room alive, it'll be a miracle', but somehow everyone made it through in one piece. After they had played, everyone resumed drinking. There was some rave going on downstairs, but if I stayed in the living room I was getting free beers, so I found somewhere to sit and got comfy. I was introduced to Jimmy, who was drinking out of a Lion Kind mug and smoking roll ups. The look of sheer delight when I offered him a regular cigarette was hilarious. It pains me to watch people fiddling around with roll ups when its not by choice. I also told him that Lager and Lipstick would be ready to go on tour with them in 6 months. A little presumtious, I'm sure you'll agree. Pretty soon, I was out of alcohol and people were leaving, so everyone said their goodbyes and me and Sam went home and slept for Britain.
I have to also add in this conversation I had at the party with someone who's name I have already forgotten:
Guy: So how do you know Nick?
Me: I met him on the Nightmare of You tour.
Guy: Ah, I see. Nightmare of You, what are they, like some metal band?
Me: (laugh) No. Far from it. They have abit of an 80's British sound. Think Smiths.
Guy: Oh right, sorry, the name totally threw me!
I found that so funny. Maybe they should record a Megadeath cover just to keep people on their toes.
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