This blog is unsurprisingly going to be about the events of the gig and those before and after, how very exciting it must be for all of you who are sitting at home and waiting to read this.

I woke up nice and late, about 12ish I think it was after the late night the day before, amongst other things I wrote a blog and managed to not tell my mum that I had told my good friend Laura that she could stay the night. So when at 5 o'clock I came in the door and introduced her to my mum she was a little bit shocked and then embarrased when I said she was going to stay the night as the house was such a mess. And of course I still hadnt tidyed my room which I have been saying I will do for God knows how long now and so she couldn't sleep there so whilst we were out mum did a lightning clean of the house including my brothers old room where Laura eventually slept.

The first stop was the pub in Wimbledon where we were to meet everyone although that didnt go quite to plan, as Rosie and Phoebe thought we were meeting at the station before going to the pub and Matt didnt come to the pub at all but it was all sorted out pretty sharpish and me and Dave had nice pub meals and Laura bloody nicked halh my chips.

We then walked down to South Wimbledon Tube station and got the train up to Kings Cross, I had told Dave it was only a half hour long journey which was one of the draws which made him come but of course it was much longer than that, closer to an hour in fact but soon enough we were there and scala was literally 20 meters down the road. We all went in and went for a drink which to be honest maybe a tad overpriced.. I didnt actually think to ask how much my beer was but we worked out that a vodka and orange cost £3.70, disgusting.

But anyway we moved in and waited for the warm up act to come on, after a little while Rosie and Phoebe left us saying they were going to look for somewhere to sit.. and that was the last we saw of them the whole night, we tried to reunite at one point but then gave up. And Phoebe managed to get out with out paying me for the ticket.. shes a sneaky one that girl but I will get my money.

The warm up act were called Alterkicks who I had actually heard of previously which was a first for me and they were pretty good, nothing special in my opinion but nevertheless a good solid start to the evenings music although they did go on a bit.

By the time Larrikin Love came on me and Laura had moved up towards the front leaving Dave, Matt and Blondie behind. They played a very good set, a lot of ones I had heard and a couple which I hadnt. They ended on one of their lesser known songs which was a ploy that confused me but it became apparent what was happening when no one moved after the set had appeared to be finished.. they were waiting for the encore and this time they ended with a song called Calypso which is pretty much what it says on the tin. A lively, party tune and thus a brilliant one to end on.

After they had finished we all moved outside and waited for Rosie and Phoebe but it turned out that they had already gone, so we went home on the Thameslink train which was quite quick. Laura who had a little to drink was shouting abuse at me despite me being nothing but a gentleman all night to her, no manners at all. We got off at Wimbledon, Dave gave me, Laura and Matt lifts home and then I went to bed.

Earlyish (about 11) this morning Laura left for Nottingham and that was that adventure over. END

oh and P.S. me and blondie didnt get the night bus home as was stated in the last blog, unfortunately the game was given away that we had actually walked all the way home from Kingston in a journey that took for me  about three hours including a small detour (not getting lost a detour)

Hopefully if im not too lazy I shall be writing 3 blogs in the next 4 or 5 days which for me is pretty impressive. This one - busy week part 1 shall include Tuesdays cinema visit and wednesdays night out. The 2nd will be called Larrikin Love and will talk in length about the gig which I am going to tonight and then finally busy week part 2 which should cover what ever we (me and friends) get round to doing over the weekend and maybe my aunties birthday although I very much doubt that will be very interesting.

So we will start with Tuesday. On Tuesday I went to the cinema with Kalistra and thus technically, although she does go to the church I go to, we met for the first time. As it was a cinema visit I of course went to woolworths first, bought what I always do for some reason a bag of Campinos and a buy one get one free Pepsi.. being a gentleman I obviously offered my free one to the lady which she accepted graciously. She foolishly bought horrible popcorn which she went on to only eat very little of and so I deffinately think I got the bargain there.

The film we went to see was John Tucker must die which although looking like a very girly film enticed me in with a very funny trailer, luckily the trailer did not mislead, I thought the film was pretty damn good. And it of course had a happy ending which I wont spoil for all you people who still want to see it.

After the cinema went pretty much straight home and so that was that.

Wednesday night was suposedly part of the farewell to Uni celebrations and so we all went off to Oceana, the first time I was to go and my expectations were high after hearing so much good said about it. I was to be bitterly dissapointed.

The night started with the usual bus ride to Kingston.. then we saw the queue and so went straight into Lloyds where we downed a pint for some reason then went back to queue which was now slightly longer. We waited for probably nearing an hour before we finally got in. Straight to the bar got a round in and then went off to explore. Now as I have said, Ihad heard great things about Oceana, Im sure i had heard 7 floors which now I do think meant 7 levels rather than 7 dance areas.. there were only 2 a tiny little cheese room and an average sized main room.

Of course most of the night was spent in the cheese room you cant beat the classics, although I was worried when the 40+ year old DJ did start throwing in some songs which sounded remarkably like R&B which is never a good sign. As usual the night had its fair share of events. First there was the drunken ginger girl who decided to rub herself up against me, of course we cant blame her, what woman wouldnt love to do that but I wasnt impressed and thus didnt make much of an effort to keep her there. And unsurprisngly she just moved onto the next guy she could find, then 5 minutes later she did the same thing to Tate. McCulloch though got a rather different greeting from her, punched in the face twice due to her wild, drunken dancing.

There were a good set of tunes, the girls alouds the 5ives and of course the Bon Jovis but this time for the first time in a club we managed to get the guy to play the macarena. I felt like I was on top of the world.. strutting my stuff, the DJ even pointed out how sad it was to see cool indie boys (reffering to me I assume as he was looking at me and laughing) would dance to such a sad track. He can mock but the Macarena still holds the crown of best dance track of all time in my books.

We left the club reasonably early at half past one and then a few people went to buy some mangy food i.e. kebabs and chicken. I was no where near drunk enough to eat that food which was literally dripping with grease. We then walked off and got the lovely nightbus all the way home

End of Prt.1

Not a manouver that I have been practicising whilst driving, but now that you ask the lessons are going very well thankyou, my lovely kossovan instructor called Nigel says I am making good progress and I have done all sorts of pointless acts of road hogging such as parallel parking in huge gaping holes and reversing round corners. But my progress is unlikely to continue at such a rate due to the reason I am actually writing this blog.

I have completely changed my mind on my decision to take a gap year. I will admit now that my thinking for taking a gap year was largely due to the knowledge that I had infact messed up all my exams but I did have a list of fairly valid reasons for taking a year off. But since the mad decision for the university to offer me the place despite my clearly quite poor grades I have had to think quite hard about my decision.

Before I made my decision I went through the process of looking for a job, this started with going to the local branch of Connexions to ask their advice - they told me to either go to uni or get a decent job which would give me some valuable experience. So from that I went to a job agency thing who said that they could get me a job working for the home office out in Kingston but that the security clearing would take 2 or 3 months. SO I would get experience but the amount of cash I would raise would be limited, travelling to and from croydon would mean that my time would be nearly all taken up by the job and so realistically my other activities such as learning the guitar would have suffered.

So now I am going to University, I have sorted out applying for my loan (about 3 months late) and my accomodation which should be sorted properly by the time I get to Uni in early October. Am I ready?.. no, not in the slightest - I have no experience of living away from home, of catering for myself, of washing my own things of budgeting properly. I am not afraid to say my mum did all of this for me and thus the prospect of doing it all for myself is a bit daunting.

On the other hand I am quite excited about it all, getting pissed with new people, living on my own.. All will be a great experience for me. Oh and Dr. Karl Kennedy (Neighbours) is scheduled to come to perform sometime in mid November which is amazing, I am looking forward to that one.

On that note I end this blog, tarrah