Hey Posh - you rock!

I fucking hate mobile phones. Back in the day, a train home would probably result in a bottle over the head. Not these days, these days everyone is too busy on their poxy phones sending drunken texts or having ridiculous conversations to bother a little old rocker like me. Wait... is that a good thing? Anyway, mobile phones are annoying as fuck, especially mine.

Anyway, I've had another much-needed good night. One of those nights that reminds me why I'm me, y'know? Therapy? were fucking brilliant, though the set was too short... nothing off the "Shameless" album, which is one of my personal favourites, and in my opinion is one of their best, I have plenty of arguments to shout down the fucker that disagrees. Unfortunately it was one of those gigs I wish I was more in the mood for beforehand... I was looking forward to it, but it was one of those performances you just want to let go for an hour or so, forget that life is shit for a while, but you can't because you were so fucked off in the first place. It wasn't meant to be, so the band were brilliant while I was merely functional. Fuck the Gayrage and their fucking curfews, though. In saying that, I'm probably biased (second biggest Therapy? fan in the country, next to some stoner fuck who didn't seem to be there), and could happily spend the whole night watching Therapy? in action.

It was a good night, all in. Spent most of it with Meech, along with Posh and Grunther Alpachino at the gig, which was cool. I'm amazed at the amount of shit I talk while still sober. Posh was really twitchy, in a really not-doing-so-good kind of way though. Wish there was more I could do to help him, not that I've had the greatest time recently but I think experience has given me the ability to be more at peace. Really love the guy, hate to see him so (understandably) troubled with life... good people deserve so much better. I know he reads this though, so I'll have to say, Posh is a big smelly jobby head, get a haircut you damn hippy.

Went for a brew with my man Meech after the show, had a damn good conversation with the man. I also love Meech, which would probably suprise some people (especially those who only know me through this journal). In case anyone reading this didn't know, Janette is Meech's cousin, so it was good to chat to him about some stuff on my mind. Along with all the other stuff I've been chatting to him about for the past 15, 20 years...

I'm thinking I'm going to brew me up some coffee, and get stuck into the PC version of Vice City (which, by the way, is fucking amazing... forget the PS2 version, this shit is the shit...) for a couple of hours. Tomorrow, my girl is coming over, and life will be fucking amazing, at least for a while. Sunday, Minus3 will rock the kasbah. Seriously, all your teeth will probably fall out, because we're going to rock so hard.

If this new-found ability to be cheery and chirpy when everything in my life is fucked is just my crazy brain making me feel better than I am... I say, who gives a fuck, as long as it stays that way. I'll be as happy as I can let myself be...

...if it kills me.

Fuck that, I rawk. Bring it right on, life.