I’ve lost what little blogging inspiration I had. So thought I’d put a post together to see if I can get my head back into the swing of things…
1) I’ve finally found a cheap as chips hotel for my little jaunt to Benicassim Festival. I’m this close *puts finger a millimetre away from thumb* to booking it. I’m just waiting on mates (again)!
Originally there was four people who said a definite yes, none of them have done anything to arrange going since. In the meantime one of my other set of mates has said they are going with their girlfriend and a load of her mates. So my new plan is to sort myself out with tickets/accommodation and then whoever goes goes. So there is at least one mate going so I won’t be on my todd either way.
2) One of my mates has got hold of hospitality tickets to see The Killers in Manchester on Monday. Not the biggest fan of theirs (first album was good, second was alright, the third and latest one is a pile of turd). Seen them at Glastonbury in 2007 and I thought they were good, but the sound was shite. The ticket is costing £60 for in a hospitality box thing (normal pleb tickets are £30) and there is a free bar. I’ll ensure I drink £60’s worth by the end of the evening so I won’t care who is playing by halfway through.
3) I went the dentist last week, for the first time ever I was examined by a women dentist. Therefore, for the first time ever, I had a boob pushing into my cheek whilst she leaned over inserted metal instruments into my mouth. A strange experience I must say.
I repeated the following mantra to stop my mind from thinking about a boob being in very close vicinity to my mouth:
*metal instruments in mouth. Margaret Thatcher. metal instruments in mouth. Margaret Thatcher. metal instruments in mouth. Margaret Thatcher. metal instruments in mouth. Margaret Thatcher….*
I’m back in two weeks for a filling. I doubt I’ll need to repeat the mantra with half a numbed face and a drill wizzing around my mouth.