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Damn, I said I wasn't going to be doing journal entries. now I look like a liar and a fraud...

Nobody will ever trust me again.

So anyway... Last night was a good 'un, and I'm currently tragically hungover. this being my lunch break, I am thankful that at least half of my day of pain must be over.

I wandered along to the 13th Note last night, which handily enough is just at the bottom of my street. My friends' band (Yer Maw) were playing, along with the Dangerfields (who I ain't gonna link to because they have so many websites out there, all of which are out of date). I fucking love the Dangerfields, they're like the bastard Irish offspring of Motorhead and the Ramones. There were a stack of other bands on too (No Less My Life, Versity and April's Last Chance), but they're not important to me. Last night was all about the Dangerfields, too much cider, and the purest spirit of rock and roll.

It was also followed up by a long night of wild sex and dirty photography, but that's another story.