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.

"I have a very bad relationship with the future. We don't get on. We just ignore each other."

Jesus made me, so he should save me.

Today has been a sun sun sunny day. I wore my lovely new lemon coat & felt all sunny too. Bought my mum some flowers for mothers day & looked at Macs. I would like an Apple Mac, seeing as I'm too stupid to work a pc. Hm.

I haven't done anything of great significance today. Oh well.
I've been padding about the house on my own, listening to Morrissey for the past hour. Pretty normal stuff, eh? I really really want to go see Morrissey again (so much so that I used the phrase 'really really' - which I hate) & I know by posting that on this blog I will be the subject of ridicule (yes, by you, Amy Johnson) but I don't really care. No one else will read this anyway!

I am currently on a rampage to buy every CD I have ever downloaded. I think the girl in HMV was shocked the other day when I came to her holding all of the back catalogue of many different artists. She probably thought I should own them already. I'm just sick of dowloading. I'm quite happy to be surrounded by antiquities - I would buy records if I had enough money.

This adds further stock to my theory - I am out of time. I was born too late. In theory, it should be 1986. I often don't feel that I have much in common with most people my age. I mean, of course there are general exceptions, but I don't really care for thumping club music, flirting with strangers or getting beat up in toilets. However, when I've 'had one too many' I'll dance to anything. I do enjoy a good night out in the right place though. I like having a dance to some good indie & retro stuff - even though I dance like a baby elephant on smack. I am not at all graceful.

On a further note, I went to see the lovely Peter Doherty on Wednesday & I enjoyed it very much. I've never really heard so many people sing along to an acoustic gig. However, more on that later. I will write a blog on it & post some pictures tonight when I return from glorious work!

I'm off to depress myself with more The Smiths/Morrissey antics.

"I am hated for loving, I am haunted for wanting... I still don't belong to anyone - I am mine."