Well lets just start this by saying all my mates are lazy arseholes who are all wankers, but now that weve got that out the way we can start about the gig.

The journey up there was admittedly a tad long but I dont care it was worth it. Me and PNB got into the Boogaloo pub at around 7:30 and started as we meant to go on, getting in a few drinks. Old Laura came in a bit later already half bladdered from her bottle of gin. Then introduced us to a bunch of fine young ladies. Although I think John was a bit too much to handle on the first meeting for most of them. Me being the shy old soul that i am only talked to john and the lovely Laura

When the warm up band came on I was thinking at least we're getting started but in fact I preffered the drinking and chatting, at least it wasnt the most dull music of all time dont get me wrong, it doesnt offend the ears like a celine dion but it just was very very boring, the only reason i didnt boo was because I was only a couple feet away from the band.

But then... YETI. yes twas amazing played all the classics (if you can call them that) plus a selection of songs that I had never heard before. Hopefully they'll do an album in the not too distant future. The amazing deafening sound that was being produced was just too good. Wooo and I was so close to an ex-Libertine, its my dream although dumb arse me didnt get anything signed. But he did take one of Laura's fags, both of them dirty smokers.

Then it was time to depart, back to Highgate tube station - although it did appear that we left at least 2 people behind who should have been coming with us, but I didnt know them so wasnt really my problem. Laura couldn't hide her love for me, making me give her hugs. so it was 3 lovely lasses, me and john on the train down, Laura off her head and making what were quite possibly very offensive messages behind a newspaper ;). Conversations followed about shoes and films and due to John boobs for a short while. The ladies all got off at Bank and me and john went on down towards the southern end of the northern line. Got to Colliers Wood, went home, watched a bit of telly, went to bed, the end.

Again Lazy Wankers

Just incase you think I am being mean to Laura, it was meeting her that was the highlight of the evening :)

Ahhh there's nowt quite like 10hrs in front of a television set watching live music, yes, ok being there would be even better but at least this way I had a half decent view of what was happening.

Started well with a bit of Sir Paul McCartney and U2, was happy as larry, by the time Snoop Dog was on I was so comfy that even my dislike for such an 'artist' wasnt enough to make me move but when Mariah Carey came on I was out like a shot, nothing could make me stay through that racket the only worse punishment i could think of would be celine dion or barbara strysand. As an event though generally quite appealing with the likes of Razorlight, The Killers and Snow Patrol being the Highlights - I cant call Pete Doherty's cameo appearance even a highlight really, you could barely hear him next to the overpowering noise made by Elton John, trust sir Elton to put a downer on the day. A set from babyshambles would have only improved the day, c'mon Bob next time remember the Shambles.

Something that startled me though, the complete disreguard for any watershed, with bands such as Greenday and Snoop shizzley Mcdoodly dozzle dizzle doggy dog playing you can imagine the odd prefanity was tossed about but to my amazement these acts were put on at around 6o'clock when the mild mannered Joss Stone  wasn't on till much later. But even with such bands on early you would at least expect an apology from the BBC, but no, nothing.

On other news staying at my house this weekend are a couple of extremely posh sounding Yorkshire born miserable Goths. Not only do they laugh at the fact that music exists beyond the realms of dark underground gigs (the reason they are staying at my house is there is sommat happening in London) they speak in posh accents spurting "mother does this" or other posh phrases, it makes my skin curl.

Toodles!

1st of all, apologies to DJ that there can be no link because of the immense size of the cartoons meaning i cant fit them onto a free internet web page without reducing the quality so much so that you can't see what is going on.

Next onto my job hunting. On Tuesday and Wednesday of this week, me and my good chum Matt Tate went out ajob-hunting. Me being an optimistic fool thought that this would be easy, Tate having older, summer job seeking brothers and sisters, took a more realistic aproach. Over the two days i think i was rejected more than in any other period in my life with the general response of no we're not looking to employ anyone at the moment (So fuck off, clearly imprinted in their minds). There were though a few places which gave slightly more positive responses - Sainsbury's of Wimbledon saying that they will almost certainly be looking to employing people over the summer and taking in a CV, WHSmith taking a CV and saying maybe, The Odeon, Wimbledon and Virgin in Sutton both asked for application forms to be filled in, Top Man also in sutton took in a CV, Debenhams gave us an email address and Uni Qlo said come back at the end of the month. So, not all doom and gloom.

Because of the lack of a Babyshambles CD being released yet, despite everyones obvious desire for this to happen, I have taken it upon myself to make my own using the various songs of theirs I have on this computer of mine and it was worth it, my life is now all the better but I still want an official one to come out. The track listings on my CD are as follows:
1. Babyshambles
2. Do You Know Me
3. Gang of Gin
4. Fuck Forever
5. Killamangiro
6. Stix and Stones
7. Albion
8. Arcady
9. Lust of the Libertines
10. My Darling Clementine
11. The Man Who Came to Stay
12. At the Flophouse
13. In Love with a Feeling
14. He Will Fall
15. The Whole World is our Playground
16. Wolfman

New Premiership football fixtures are out today Arsenal are at home to Newcastle on the first day, one of the most important days of my season that fixture as it signals the north/south divide in my family, me as part of the southern branch I support Arsenal and the northern branch all support Newcastle, so whatever the result banter will be passed.

Finally, it just has to be said that Maria Sharapova is amazing in every single way, not only is she very nice looking she is pretty damn good at tennis and is only 18. What a woman