Jason's gonna getcha...

It’s Friday the 13th. All over England, school kids in first year will be absolutely shitting themselves, on this day, infamously renamed ‘Sprog Bashing Day’ by the bullies of days gone by, turning it into a cruel yet hilarious tradition. Heads will be flushed down toilets, wedgies will be given in the canteen, tampons will be thrown at boys heads on the bus, but remember kids, it’ll make you a stronger person when you’re older. Plus, afew years later you get to do it to all the new kids yourself.

The weather is nice again (hurrah!) just in time for the weekend. It has, of course, been nice all week, but when I am stuck in work I choose to ignore that. As it was so lovely, me and Gems decided to take a walk up to the pub on Wednesday night. This ‘lovely idea’ later turned sour when my new sandals decided that they hated my feet and wanted to see them suffer, slowly, but I drank through the pain and just made sure we got a taxi home. I hate sandals. I’m gonna take them back into Urban Outfitters and slap the manager around the face with them.

Yesterday, the day seemed to last forever. I remember noticing the time at 1.37 and wondering how the hell it was only 1.37 when it felt like I had been awake for about 11 hours. Through some untold miracle, 5pm finally arrived. I flew home, ate my food so fast I could taste nothing except the burning of my upper mouth, and then went to go pick up Katy. Moments later, we were in town, all ready to go and see Foals. We get to the door at the Roadhouse, Katy laughs as I do my ‘Erm, guestlist’ move and we’re just about to saunter inside when the guy on the door says ‘Oh, you do know Foals aren’t on until midnight tonight?’
‘What?’
‘Yeah, we have two shows on tonight. Are you from Manchester?’
‘Yes.’
‘Ah, go in then, you may aswell watch this show aswell.’
‘Who is it?’
‘Murder By Death.’
Our instant thoughts of ‘Midnight?!!’ were soon gone, as afew songs into MBD’s set we were hooked. It was such a nice surprise. I loved them.

HOURS (and many drinks) later, it was finally time for Foals. Ah, Foals. How I love them. Without any questionable doubt, they are the best new band in Britain. I’ve seen them, like, 4 times, maybe 5, this year already, and I just cannot get enough. I’ve gone on about them enough now for everyone to have at least looked at their myspace, and if you haven’t even done that yet, slap yourself and do it right now. I think last night was my favourite time seeing them, which is weird, as I normally hate the Roadhouse. People have asked me before what they sound like, and it’s such a hard question to answer, because they don’t sound like anyone, but I have always said ‘kinda like Q and not U, on speed’ and then Katy summed it up pretty well last night by saying ‘They’re on the same wavelength as the Longcut, only way, WAY better’. They were brilliant. EVERYONE danced (there wasn’t a single person stood still), clapped and whistled. I also laughed at Nick and his diet of Rocky bars and apples. Tasty, yes, but pretty unfulfilling. Katy was getting progressively drunk, but it was just hilarious, especially when she noticed one of the Murder By Death boys watching the show and taking a huge liking to him. She used the free Foals badges that we were giving away as her ‘in’, had a little chat with him and came back with a ginormous smile on her face. They finished at around 1, I acquired an apple for the drive home, and then off we went. There really is no better way to spend an evening. If my memory serves me correctly, they are back on May 1st. If you don’t go and see them then, I won’t be your friend anymore.

Oh, and incase you need another reason to love Foals, just look at their video:



Hilarious.