I've waited hours for this. I've made myself so sick..

So I went to the arctic monkeys t'other night and I've made many a realisation:

1) Gigs are solely about the atmosphere and barely about the music. 

2) The vaccines are a good support band but could you be bothered. 

3) London is actually a charming place and 

4) All boys are dickheads. That ones a bit more of a general point. Not quite specific to the evening but whatever. It's true. 

To explain, I went to that massive arctics thing you know. In the o2. And I have made a previous post expressing my disappointment at their performance but this was something entirely different. It was ELECTRIC. Everyone was loving it and there was such a big buzz. The people who went actually went to see the arctic monkeys and the arctic monkeys alone. So the atmosphere changed everything. It was brilliant and everyone there was just lovin' life and I got like 8 other people doing the classic McConville guns. Boom. They call me one move. One move McConville.  They did some CLASSICS that got the crowd going crazy and then for their last song they did it again. Miles. Kane. Ahh straight up babe no lies. Love him. Despite all the shit about the arctics not being a 'stadium band' they fucking killed it. It was beautiful. 

The vaccines were supporting them.. I've previously said in theory I like the vaccines. But I realised why I don't love them. They're a support act. In a couple of years when they've properly developed and they have more range they'll be a good band but I got bored of them when they were just a supporting so they're clearly not quite there yet. But they are super good. And they've just recorded a song with Albert Hammond Jr of the strokes called Tiger Blood so hopefully they'll have embraced their stokeness and it will be pure gold strokes-vaccines magic. 

So London's lovely. I've decided. last saturday was just one of those nights where I revelled in the marvels of londoners and I shall tell you for why, as everyone left the o2 we were stuck in the station and everyone was just having chats and then a man got out his guitar and started playing wonderwall. It was lovely. And everyone in the station just joined in. So enthusiastically dancing round the station proves london's top. Top. And then on the train home it was just a lovely atmosphere. Just sharing beer and stories with strangers made my night. And you get some babes on the saturday before halloween. Credz to simon who was dressed full on as Gaddafi, the poor lamb had lost his friends and had no idea where he was but he just looked like cllaaasssss. True there was a downside to my journey. Originally where I was sat there was a woman next to me. She was next to the door that goes between carriges and her husband was stood next to her. Dressed as a butcher. So she wasn't looking on top of things and I really pitied her. Until, she vommed. Literally everywhere. All down the door and all. And her husband just stood there going 'it's alright. Noone minds, don't worry about it babe, nobody's angry, no one minds'. I FUCKING MIND. I MIND. It smelt so vile the woman infront of me started gagging. The man dressed as Dumbledore nearly shat himself with repulsion. It was naassttttyyy. I ran away. So she gets off the train I'm at the other end of the carriage talking things over with simon and boom someone opens the door. The sick cascades and spreads out. It's like a river at this point. And the man just walked straight though it. Ughhh. Vomvomvom. Literally. 
Another thing that I found bloody annoying that night was the bloody indeh kids. Up to their old tricks again. Don't go to a concert and just stand there being more concerned about how you look than having fun. Undo your top button and roll down your skinnies and for once just go crazy. Because it has to be more fun than swaying with a pint pretending to know the words of a song written about people like you. 

The last one I won't go into much detail about because you get the general idea: more teenage angst. Plus heartless dickheads. All i'll say is man up you pathetic nonces. 

Got a street style blog coming and one about Blood orange. so boom my brothers. 

WE SHOULD HAVE EACH OTHER TO TEA. WHAT. WE SHOULD HAVE EACH OTHER WITH CREAM.