Sister, I'm a poet.: I'm so clever, but clever ain't wise.

So, on to the subject of Mr Peter Doherty's performance on the 18th of March.
Overall, I really enjoyed the night: one of the few gigs where I've come out & thought 'I want to do that all over again'. That thought has stayed with me for a few days now actually. If someone offered me some tickets tomorrow, I would jump at the chance.

I'm really enjoying his current solo album - it's light, refreshing and new. It's quite unlike the disenchanted anthemic sounds of The Libertines or even Babyshambles, it's toned down and actually quite beautiful. All this, without losing the essence that he gives his previous

work. I like it :}
(Although I hate how I sound like I'm reviewing the album, haha.)

Overall, I had a really good time. It was quite rowdy & noisy & full of people singing along. I liked it that way though. There was beer flying everywhere, a girl with one shoe, a lot of pointed fingers in the air, " 'aaave it" type laddish behaviour & just a general camaraderie. I'm not really selling it, am I? Haha. It was much better than it sounded. Although this man kept brushing my hair when he was taking photographs. He then preceded to lean his camera/arms on Amy's head! Hmmm. What a strange man.

There was quite a few photographs taken over the course of the night, however most of them have come out blurry or with hands right in the middle! Arg. This is what I get for not eating my greens & growing a few inches. I really enjoy gigs, but that's my pet hate. I'm so small. I always end up behind the tall ones! This is why I like making my way to the front row - I'm not in anyones way (being so small) & I can actually see! Which makes a pleasant change.