Foo-ey
OK. Went to the Foo Fighters gig at the City Of Manchester Stadium last night. I am never, ever going to lower myself to attend a stadium gig ever again. I don't care if it's the fucking Beatles, and they have found a way to re-animate John and George, it ain't happening.
None of this is of course the fault of the band, who sounded pretty good with a decent enough set. It's just the whole, soulless experience of being herded in like sheep, having a crap view, surrounded by retards that spoils the whole experience. Take for example the dolls-head sat in front of me. A women whose last concert was clearly James Bastard Blunt or Kylie, who for some reason had brought with her studded leather gloves. She spent all her time showing her boyfriend the glove and throwing Ronnie-Dio-Devil-Horns into the air. It's a fucking glove love, you are about as metal as Heather Mills' plastic leg, now please go and drown yourself in the ship canal you bandwagon jumping cretin.
Ahhhhh. I feel better now I've got all that out. Blogging eh? It's the best therapy you can have!
None of this is of course the fault of the band, who sounded pretty good with a decent enough set. It's just the whole, soulless experience of being herded in like sheep, having a crap view, surrounded by retards that spoils the whole experience. Take for example the dolls-head sat in front of me. A women whose last concert was clearly James Bastard Blunt or Kylie, who for some reason had brought with her studded leather gloves. She spent all her time showing her boyfriend the glove and throwing Ronnie-Dio-Devil-Horns into the air. It's a fucking glove love, you are about as metal as Heather Mills' plastic leg, now please go and drown yourself in the ship canal you bandwagon jumping cretin.
Ahhhhh. I feel better now I've got all that out. Blogging eh? It's the best therapy you can have!
posted by Rich Wilson at
6:38 pm
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