Well due to Wednesday being such a great day I thought it only right that I should make plans to attend the gig at the KOKO club on 4th August. And this time I am telling my mates with a good week and a halfs notice rather than the 2 days I gave last time and already that is looking to be paying off with one saying its a good chance he will come (I havnt yet told him about the 2am finish but we'll work on tht).

Yeti are rapidly moving up amongst my favourite bands. My favourite track of theirs, om not sure yet it was never lose your sense of wonder, then merry go round but since the gig in like with you and keep pushing on are in there aswell, its too close to call - but I have to point out that John Hassall although brilliant in every way is still no Pete Doherty, he may be playing silly buggers with drugs but he is still the most legendary legend ever.

As far as bits that I left out of the last blog, beer spilling over myself - thank you miss rachael I did leave it out for a reason, although it wasnt my fault I was making my way through a very crowded pub holding too full to the top pints, just because laura was using me as a battering ram to give her an easy path through just not fair.

Yes the skirt made entirely of ties was indeed very impressive, the colours were lovely but the twirl to show it off could have used some improvement

Photographer who I believe goes by the name of Malcolm was mad, he let PNB get hold of the camera I mean I just dont understand it, but apart from that he did take some good pictures, I'm sure he wont mind me advertising them www.mckipper.co.uk go to the bit about Yeti of course. Although he didnt manage to put up any of the direct pictures of us as a group I do believe I found myself in one of them, yes that tall gangly figure behind the pole, unless im mistaken it is me.

Umm short people with funny names and sommat about Jesus I cant remember and my trainers are old but trustworthy so dont mock them

Thats about it for now, to Cait, Rachael, Laura and whatever the names were of all the others, hope to see you all at KOKO, farewell

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!