Here we are as promised to you all (well as promised to my friend Michael- see I told you I'd mention you) here is a review of my week, and more noticably, last night of fun. But first, let's get the other stuff out of the way.

This week was tainted with the sadness that was leaving college. Though, to be fair, I wasn't really THAT sad when we left. Not because I wont miss it obviously, it just felt like I wasn't leaving. We did have 2 fun picnics though; one in Hanger Farm and one in the refectory, much to the suprise of Stevie B. I expect he was wondering what we were going to do with the rubbish. Anyway, at both of these picnics, a lot of e-numbers were consumed (that's e-numbers, not Es...). And so I had to go to history still a bit hyper. And that was my day of fun.

And onto the FFAF gig. Ah, what a band. I went with my little square friends...now, I am aware that Charlie and Katie are fans of everyone's favourite Welshies (next to Feeder- but to be fair, only Grant is Welsh. And he doesn't speak with a Welsh accent. Bit of a letdown if you ask me). But previously to the gig, dear old Carly wasn't aware of the finest emo/punk/rock band around at the moment. So I was looking forward to her reaction to Southampton Guildhall and FFAF. I was also looking forward to her reaction of gigs in general. I have been to two gigs besides Funeral (again, both were Feeder- not the most hardcore band ever...but Amelia did almost get killed in the moshpit). I was pretty excited.
After some random screamo band that had songs that sounded all the same, on came Fightstar...and yes, Charlie from Busted looked well hawt. But he's not my type to be honest. He is Charlie's though. She was loving it. However, due to my excitement...I wasn't really caring about Fightstar. And finally, Funeral for a Friend came onstage after about an hours wait. We all went mental. However, I was not prepared to be at a gig with small children running about. Does this look like Totton College nursery? I think not. And especially when they started moshing into us *shakes head*
Dear old FFAF. What a friend they are to us. Comment of the year has to be from the lead singer...'you're like family to us'. It was enough to turn anyone emo. Talking of emo, it was like emo fest 2006 there. Only, as I said, with children of about 7 years old. There's only so much stripey jumperness I can put up with. And what was with all the children wearing tutus? Get some drainpipes!
The biggest highlight was History. This is my fave FFAF song. It was super amazing how everyone was united in singing the song. It touched my heart. Singing at a gig is always quite amusing. Let's be honest here. I am aware my voice is not the best in the world. But, I was SHOUTING/singing. Lol, I sounded like I had just been punched in the face. And I also was singing the emo screams. I think everyone thought I was in pain or something.
By the end of it, my drainpipes were stuck to me. It was not sexy. And my eye liner was all smudged across my face. I looked like a scene kid who'd just got run over by a jelly.
Funnily enough, I can't remember all the songs they played. I hadn't drunk enough alcohol to be drunk at all, but the night seemed to go so fast. Good old Matt. He's not my fave guitarist (he probably ranks 4) but he's my favourite bearded guitarist. He knows how to put on a good show.
Just as I was on the brink of passing out, the gig ended. I feel that my day's preperation of the gig (i.e. not eating at all, and drinking very little water) was not a good way to go about emo fest 2006. So, we had to sit down while all the emos left. And I bought a t-shirt. I love my FFAF t-shirt. However, my grandma does not. she seems to think that I am a goth. *pulls face*. Yes, I am. Look at me in all my goffickness. That woman worries me sometimes. Anyway, as it stands I have been banned from wearing my t-shirt inside the house. the woman is ker-a-zee. My t-shirt is great- and honest to God it is not wrong in any way. Ah, well cardiff wont know whats hit it. I also got chatted up by the strange Atticus clothing man. He told me he was a swinger. I ran away. Quickly.
After the gig, we went and got a subway and some chips from Papas Ioverchargeyouforfood kebab place. we had some fun talking to the workers there.

So, I think we all had a good night out. And i think Carlyo enjoyed her first giggage. And I enjoyed laughing at the 7 year olds getting mauled in the moshpit. I also enjoyed getting well into the music. I never knew FFAF could be so violent. what legends they are.

Anyway, I should be going. Grams isn't talking to me because of my goffickness...I'm not even close to being goth. I'm not even emo for gossake (well the drainpipes and nailvarnish only come out on spesh occasions)! *sighs* I'm off to slay a goat or sacrifice my boyfriend to the devil (Dan, you're in for a treat).

Remember, don't eat ice cream with your fingers.

Till next time...