The last week and a bit has been really up and down, if I do say so myself...
Last weekend was fucking amazing, I got to see Face To Face and Pennywise live in the flesh. It's the second time I've seen Pennywise live but the first time I've seen them with Jim, the first time I saw them was Soundwave 2011 when Zoli had replaced Jim.
Both bands were absolutely amazing. Face To Face absolutely rock the old school punk ballad vibe and the couple of new songs they played off Three Chords And A Half Truth blended in seamlessly with their older stuff. Bright Lights Go Down was freaking awesome live.
Pennywise, well, wow. They are one of the best, most intense live punk bands on the planet and Jim's return amplified that exponentially. The crowd as well really seemed to pick up on that and were absolutely frenzied from start to finish. The whole venue was fucking heaving.
My week at work however was less enthralling. I don't know what it was but every day was just an absolute nightmare. It was nowhere near as busy as it was the couple of weeks before but every client was a whole lot more difficult and I left every day wanting to cause physical injury to myself or others.
During the week the fate of the football club I've supported since I was a little kid Portsmouth FC was decided by a court of law over in England. Thankfully the court sided with the Supporters Trust and forced the former owners to sell the club meaning the club survived rather than being wound up completely. It was one of the most intensely emotional moments of my life when I heard the good news. Overwhelming elation, joy, relief. It's still a long road to success for us but we now control our own destiny and can make sure the decisions made for the club are in it's best interests and not the interests of some faceless millionaire owner.
Then last night was the Brisbane Roar semi final against Western Sydney Wanderers in the A-League. Which basically means an excuse for all my mates and I to write ourselves off entirely and just act like reprobates. Being an away game meant going to watch it at the local pub which of course meant triple fisting rum and tequila shots and whatever else we could pour down our throats.
All of which left me with a beast of a hangover today, not that that's all bad mind, I managed to get the number of an absolutely STUNNING girl on my way back home this morning who was similarly hungover but also on her way to start working a 14 hour shift. Ouch. So we traded stories for a while. I can't even begin to describe how far above my weight I'm punching with her, I can only hope she doesn't realise for a while at least. Dead set, she looks like a younger Mila Kunis. I was gobsmacked to even talk to her let alone come away with her number.
So yeah, I'm pretty well stoked on life right now.
Last weekend was fucking amazing, I got to see Face To Face and Pennywise live in the flesh. It's the second time I've seen Pennywise live but the first time I've seen them with Jim, the first time I saw them was Soundwave 2011 when Zoli had replaced Jim.
Both bands were absolutely amazing. Face To Face absolutely rock the old school punk ballad vibe and the couple of new songs they played off Three Chords And A Half Truth blended in seamlessly with their older stuff. Bright Lights Go Down was freaking awesome live.
Pennywise, well, wow. They are one of the best, most intense live punk bands on the planet and Jim's return amplified that exponentially. The crowd as well really seemed to pick up on that and were absolutely frenzied from start to finish. The whole venue was fucking heaving.
My week at work however was less enthralling. I don't know what it was but every day was just an absolute nightmare. It was nowhere near as busy as it was the couple of weeks before but every client was a whole lot more difficult and I left every day wanting to cause physical injury to myself or others.
During the week the fate of the football club I've supported since I was a little kid Portsmouth FC was decided by a court of law over in England. Thankfully the court sided with the Supporters Trust and forced the former owners to sell the club meaning the club survived rather than being wound up completely. It was one of the most intensely emotional moments of my life when I heard the good news. Overwhelming elation, joy, relief. It's still a long road to success for us but we now control our own destiny and can make sure the decisions made for the club are in it's best interests and not the interests of some faceless millionaire owner.
Then last night was the Brisbane Roar semi final against Western Sydney Wanderers in the A-League. Which basically means an excuse for all my mates and I to write ourselves off entirely and just act like reprobates. Being an away game meant going to watch it at the local pub which of course meant triple fisting rum and tequila shots and whatever else we could pour down our throats.
All of which left me with a beast of a hangover today, not that that's all bad mind, I managed to get the number of an absolutely STUNNING girl on my way back home this morning who was similarly hungover but also on her way to start working a 14 hour shift. Ouch. So we traded stories for a while. I can't even begin to describe how far above my weight I'm punching with her, I can only hope she doesn't realise for a while at least. Dead set, she looks like a younger Mila Kunis. I was gobsmacked to even talk to her let alone come away with her number.
So yeah, I'm pretty well stoked on life right now.