Men What Do Rock, Baby

I know you all think that my life is just an excess of drunken debauchery, rock gigs, jumping around on my bed in my 'David and Goliath' knickers and sipping beers in sunset ridden pubs.

My god, you are completely right.

I had another one...(drunken debauched rock gig that is)

We saw T'Darkness...baby.

I arrived at the venue, bouncing. I'd arrived with some of the finest specimens of man and lady- hood in the whole Perth region. Fortunately I managed to drag a very lovely young lady, Alissa (I'd already befriended this young woman on the 'grab a basketball and wear it on your head' event that was Rock It) into the sweaty masses of alcohol fried young men at the very front of the crowd. There we bounced and spun and rebounded off the bulky chests of the very sweaty, silky, smiley students.

They were lovely. Aren't boys great?

So Justin and the boys rocked my socks off. I even fell in love with the bass player a little bit. He has a very sexy baldy heid. I know, I feel disloyal to Frankie Poullain and I will always love his moustache out of all the moustaches in the world but a girl has to go with her loins with this one! Although I must say that the pleasure of seeing Justins flaming loins up close did something very strage to my belly. I'm sorry to say that I would... You know, if he asked nicely enough!

The weirdest part of the night came at the end when we were loitering on the street. Someone called out my name and I turned to see a girl I went to school with. No biggy except for the part that we grew up a thousand million miles away in Plymouth.

As I said to a friend later, I can't do one flipping original thing! I move to other end of the world and some chick I hung out with in the playground has bloody well beaten me to it!