The gig going yet again continued over the weekend, this time it was the turn of Arctic Monkeys to embrace my ears. I’ve now seen them 6 times. I like them, but I don’t like them enough to warrant seeing them 6 times so I don’t know how that’s happened. I think I’m just wanting them to repeat that first gig I seen them at in a university hall just as they came onto the pop pickers chart. Whilst Saturday didn’t see them hit them highs, they were solid and probably the best I’ve seen them since the first time. T’was a very fine performance overall. As we all know I can’t do music reviews so I’ll leave that here!
Before the show however, we discovered the Manchester Christmas market. Little wooden sheds (or chalets if you’re posh) selling all kinds of Christmassy stuff. It didn’t take us long to find the German beer she…sorry…chalet and it was here we took shelter from the pissing down rain for a few hours.
It was also here I was ‘introduced’ to a member of the opposite sex…by her mate. Now, the worst thing that ever happens to me on a night out with my brother is that he attempts to embarrass me in the same way when I mention someone being good looking. Grabbing the girls attention: “Hello, this is my brother Cynical, what’s your name?” and then he cajoles the unsuspecting female into awkward conversation.
This very thing happened to me on Saturday: given it seems to be my brothers forté I had to stop myself laughing from shock that the shoe was almost on the other foot…I now know how awkward it feels. I was embarrassed and I seen her awkwardness straight away, especially with 5 of her mates all staring at me as if I was an animal in a zoo. I mean what exactly are you supposed to say? It was only about 6pm too, I hadn’t got nearly enough liquid confidence inside me! I made my excuses and left…and left the safety of the shed. We were leaving anyway but it probably looked like I was running away. Sorry embarrassed female!
Given I moan about being single from time to time it’s probably these situations I should take advantage of. However whilst I’m probably not too bad at small talk and teeing things up (so to speak), I’m utterly rubbish at going in for the kill….(I’m just staying on the zoo theme here, I don’t mean literally gnawing at her until death). I’m not really sure what age of the female spectrum I’m attracting either because whilst this female seemed to be a few years older than me I was then chatted up on the train on the way home, by someone who was probably about 20.
I never normally get chatted up, it’s not normal and when it does, like at the weekend, I freeze like a rabbit caught in headlights! That’s three times in the past 2 weeks. I must be giving off some wild pheromones lately or something.
Maybe it’s the extra splashings of Brut?! Hooah.