What a weird, but eventful evening I had last night (the Kiss tribute band gig at my boyfriend's clubnight).

So, James dyed my hair pinky purple for me on Friday night whilst he was moderately stoned and managed to get hairdye over most of my head, neck and shoulders. I looked like a human beetroot Nice!

Last night some of James' mates from back home came over for the Kiss gig, they're a cool bunch and I get along well with them.

After a few beers I kept running back and fore to the loo and on one occassion a girl came storming in - pals in tow ranting and raving about an Irish guy who'd just came up to her and told her that the Welsh were 'digusting' and unhospitable people and that she was a slut for being Welsh. So, I think "what a wanker" and return to the table and continue to chat with James' pals.

They go off to dance and this guy about 45 comes up to me asking me what my name is, how old I am, do I have a boyfriend (I clock he has an Irish accent and am a bit wary incase it's the same guy). After a while he starts to ask really bizarre questions and is getting quite aggressive in his deliverance asking me why I have my lip pierced, why do I think I'm any different from anyone else in the club, don't I think it's wrong that the people here are different from the people back home, so I'm giving him back proper answers and he's getting more than slightly aggitated because I'm not giving him transparent or easy answers. James' mate Bob comes up and I tell him to pretend to be the boyfriend, so I nip off with him to join the rest of them on the dancefloor, because by this time, the guy was freaking me out a bit.

So, Bob, Dave (not James' flatmate one) and myself finish dancing and stand talking in a group when freaky guy completely barges past Dave giving him a really nasty look. I get pissed off and decide I'm going to find the girl who was in the loo to see if it is the same guy who was harassing her.

I find her, tell James what happened to myself and the other girl and he grabs two doormen, who quickly escort twatface off of the premises. Result!

God knows what I was doing last night, though, but it must have been the new perfume I was wearing or something because I've never been hit on by so many men in my life.

On the way home I almost had a fight with some townies after one commented I had 'weird' hair (I don't put up with shit when I'm drunk), but they were cool with me after they realised I was Scottish? I never realised that was some passport to going from being a 'weirdo' to okay.

Hmm. So yep, that's pretty much it.

Edit: Other than hair photo...