The joys of a singleton has many disadvantages, one of them is having to rely on mates to do something with. Given my mates are now producing offspring quicker than rabbits I’ve had to stop relying on them more and more. Which means I struggle to find people to do stuff with.
So Saturday night, yes valentines night, I found myself going to see British Sea Power…on my todd. I still can’t decide if I’m a sad bastard for going on my own or I’m just mental.
I decided a while ago that I should just do ‘stuff’ especially go and see bands, on my own. I got fed up of missing bands I want to see just because my mates are super-glued, limb by limb, to their other half. The venues are in walking distance, so I have no good reason to miss stuff just because I’m too proud to stand on my own for a couple of hours. So, I’ve stopped being proud.
Instead, I like to think I show an air of confidence…whilst quietly hovering about hoping no one notices the sad bastard on his own.
Just incase anyone took pity on me, I devised a fantastic story of me being an entertainment reviewer for the local rag (we all know how great my gig reviews are). Thankfully no one took pity and tried to adopt me for the evening, so my story stayed safe. Realistically I probably wouldn’t have said that anyway, but I entertained my own feeble mind for 10 minutes whilst composing my story.
I know you’re all dying to hear my ‘review’ so here we go…
I thought they were OK but not brilliant. I’m not a big fan anyway but some of the stuff they done was very good. However, they definitely picked the wrong night for a gig, the place was less than half full. There was literally only about 200 people there – maybe they just aren’t as well known/liked as I thought.
There you have it, another cracking review.