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Fucking hell. Just ... fucking hell.

Okay the venue wasn't the best (The Queen Elizabeth Hall), okay the sound wasn't anywhere near as good as it could have been and sure Mr Tibet himself was in an 'introverted' mood BUT what an astounding evening.

He was clearly still reeling from the death of a close friend and that came screaming through in the performance. He was at his squirmy, writhing, soul-baring best and the whole experience was so intense I cried for the ...

Tired today - probably an after-effect of feeling a bit shit. That and knowing I've got a 10hour shift tomorrow and I really hate my job. How crap.

On the up-side, off to Ireland next week. Some time, just me and the boy will be nice. Guinness will make him happy, a week of not going to work will make me happy - recipe for a perfect week.

Think I'll watch Batman Begins again tonight - if I manage to stay awake long enough.

and I love it!!! Unfortunately I don't currently have a camera (except on my fone) so I can't post a pic so you'll just have to take my word for it. It's just wonderful. Stung a bit but wasn't anywhere near the league of my wrists! Just happy I found a tattooist I like down here. Adore Adore Adore !!!!

...that when you take other people outta the equation, everything works just fine. Add other people (especially certain other people) and it all goes to shit. What's with that?

I mean really. What the actual fuck?