Current mood:	tired
Current music:	Envy - Chain Wandering Deeply

alagfast..
The last 3 or so weeks have been so tragic i'm not prepared to write much about it.

but it's been fun recently, except dying from way too much college work.

Basically i've been doing nothing fannying about in the sunny weather.
Saturday we had our T in the park heats again at the liquid rooms, that went really well to be honest. Obviously we stuck out like a sore thumb (or ears in this case). We were on last so we got all the drunken heckling, but matt responded well with comments like; "awww naww, guys....i think we're gonna have to go off now, that guy over their said we're shite..." or "awww, just go and fuck off, you cunt....anyway..."

review:

Allergo went out to confirm their place as the transformers of metal; hardcore in disguise. They come on like such nice boys; short hair, no piercings and that soft, slightly camp, Perthshire accent; they might as well have worn chinos and played a Travis cover. Little did I know at this point that Allergo were to steal my breath away as quickly as I’d regained it, lulling me into a state of soft rock security when anything else would have been closer to the truth. Heralding from the same intelligent hardcore metal/punk (bit confused with my genres here, better cover my bases...) background as lightning bolt and melt banana, the last band on the bill were perhaps not the most popular, I doubt they ever intended to be, but their crisp and immaculately performed signature changes were quick to impress. Lyrically I’m not sure what exactly was being said, only that it wasn't about loving Jesus (though I think that might have been something about Trisha Goddard), and that it didn't really matter, Matt Evans taking to his role like the lovechild of Mick Jagger and a tyrannosaurus rex. Intricate, enthralling and occasionally enjoyable, Allergo were out of their element but certainly not their depth, the kind of band that makes you want to crack into a nice bottle of liebfraumilch.

neat.

Sunday; me, matt, ewan, gary and alex played some footy and such down on the inch. There was a group 14yr old girls sitting near us, so we obliged to take half our clothes off like some bunch of poncy neds. I think they left.
We then went to the Tescos car park for about 5 hours playing bare footed football with the car door open, blaring out the likes of AWK and Champion. The grannies were disgusted. We had an audience when we started pacing about to Promises Kept tho, but i had to leave because my feet were one big blister.





me and my cousin up in "the broch"