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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.