Broke.

My mother is very funny. Not as funny as Rachel’s, but almost. The other day she text me to say she was making me lunch, so I went round during work and we were both just sat watching TV. I can’t stand watching adverts, so I flicked over to MTV2. Cue my mother saying:
‘Is this Boyzone?’
‘No.’
‘Who is it?’
‘It’s Funeral For A Friend, mum.’
‘Oh, right.’
I just stared at her in disbelief for afew seconds and then killed myself laughing.





Thursday night was effing hilarious. After managing to lose my way (and my mind) trying to get to the MEN Arena, me and Katy were eventually sat in our amazing practically-sat-on-the-stage seats, beers in hand, waiting for Taking Back Sunday to play (we timed our journey perfectly so that we missed Aiden’s entire set. I know, shame). Of course, it was taking the usual 2 weeks to set up the stage, and to pass the time they had this big screen in the middle of the arena, where you would text in a message and it would then flash up, to the sheer delight of whatever young child sent it. The place was full of young children. All wearing the same god awful SAVE THE RAVE TopShop tee shirt. Why, just why? Anyways, before long, up flashed ‘SCREAM IF YOU LOVE GERARD WAY!’. The screams were deafening, so much so I had to put my head in between my legs. Katy was totally screaming, though. Afew more ridiculous text message’s later (including ‘SCREAM IF YOU LOVE SHEEP’) and TBS finally came on. We got up and danced around, laughing at Adam’s usual church preacher routine, Katy continuously screaming ‘I LOVE YOU’ every time Matt ventured towards her and I kept trying to decide what animal Adam looked like (it’s either a seal or a cocker spaniel). 30 minutes later and they were done, but I had officially had my fill of the screaming girls, so we left and went to Ruby Lounge. Which is apparently a nude lapdancing club on it’s regular nights, but the boobs were ushered away that night in favour of the aftershow. I’d never been there before but it was a great place, lots of big sofas and cheap drinks to keep us entertained. Before long, Steve Dan and Gaz came to meet us with some friends. The Jagerettes were there and even though we weren’t even drinking Jagermeister we still managed to get some free crap that made us look like we’d just walked the strip in Magaluf. Lots of drinking, dancing and chatting later, it was time to go home. Me and Katy prayed we wouldn’t be mugged as we headed through Piccadilly at 1.30am but we managed to make it through unscathed, and I made it home in time to give me a solid 4 hours sleep before I had to be up again…

The night before that I went to my sister’s barbeque, and I may or may not have eaten meat to see what it tastes like. I promise, that’s the last time I do that.