3 Lions on a shirt.....

Football. I'm sorry, but the world is insane. Oh the English pride of watching a few men who work out way too much, get paid way too much and have wives who are more plastic than person kick a ball around a field and hopefully into a net. The result can cause people to laugh and get drunk, or cry and become even more drunk. With the town sporting red and white, people come out of their homes to celebrate a result that has absolutely no impact on their lives, unless of course another "tragedy" occurs when a massive tidal wave of flesh presses too close to the barriers of the football stadium and is crushed under itself and death is surely the answer. Ha! That's not as important as the men on the field and their little ball. Of course it isn't, we're football fans. And so at the end of the day we won't return home to our families as we usually do, no we hear the cry of the pub and so one side of the marriage is left home with the children as the other skips along to the pub to celebrate aforementioned no-impact-football-results by consuming semi-lethal amounts of booze, before inevitably one will bring it back up from whence it was shoved. They say the streets of the city are lined with gold, but it's a shame you can't actually see any of said gold for the layer of vomit, spit and worse I should fear, the air filled with smells that are best left unexplored and more than likely the sound of someone getting a little too carried away and spilling blood into the already disgusting concoction. This is the English pride. Unfortunately, it's also the English sorrow. As you can tell, I'm not much of a fan of the world cup. Next match, I think I'll make a little den under my bed and lock my door. It's safer than being on the streets of the world cup, that's for sure!!

Anyway, with that out of the way, it's time to talk Middlesbrough Live Music Festival! Before you say anything by the way, I'm going to point out that actually, music ensues very similar results to the world cup, which is way you will very rarely see me in the middle of a "mosh-pit". I'm much more likely to be found on a bench at the back away from the screaming shouting fans who are probably the same fans as the football lot and spend their night, probably in the same jail cell while they sober up. Anyway, the first band we saw and actually remembered (we tended to forget the ones not worth remembering) were called "Airship". Now, the nice thing about this band is that they were performing in a well known nightclub in Middlesbrough. What does that have to do with anything you ask? The show was for 18+ years. Yes, we left the little emo children behind, showing off because they had got their hands on a well known brand of alcopop and so were showing off about how "drunk" they were, and entered into the world of adults, with calm faces who were there to listen to the music, which I might add was very good, and not to see how many drugs they could get away with before the police inevitably caught up with them. The rest of the day we spent in Walkabout, the Australian themed bar that had all the live music on that the festival itself couldn't house. We had this picture taken in the bar.

Um, or so I THOUGHT it was taken in the bar but this is the first time I've looked at the image properly and according to the thing at the bottom we had this taken in the Gay-bar Charlotte (pink hair) took us to the night before. Oh well, I loose track of these things sometimes. Anyway, those two in the image who aren't me (hopefully you've guessed I'm not the boy, nor the pink haired girl) are Alan and Charlotte who went to Middlesbrough Live with me.

That night we saw 2 different bands. The first were more of a support band called "Example" and they were fantastic! They really got the crowd reared up and excited and put on a really good live show. Also, no one was pulled out of their gig for dangerous behaviour. I wish the same could be said for the main act that night, the Hoosiers. The music was good enough, but the show itself was rather lacking. The band decided to have random conversations between themselves at the beginning and I even found them to be a little offensive at one point, when they shouted "Hello Middlesbrough, wow, look how many of you there is, what is there, like 50 people out there?". Now is it just me or does that sound like they're making the town out to be a place that doesn't put much effort in? Anyway, everyone else seemed to go crazy and I always enjoy being at the side during such gigs because you can laugh at the people being pulled out wearing tattered remains of their t shirts which probably cost more than all my shoes put together, one lad was pulled out and all he was wearing on his top half was the elastic from his underwear. (I say top half because he was still wearing jeans... and I presume the rest of his underwear on his hips down, and had no top on! Was really pretty funny).

Anyway, as much as I would love to keep rambling on at you, I just got a text message from Luke who's coming to my place for tea tonight so I better go let him into the building. Au revoir and Adieu my good people... or more specifically... My grandparents and boyfriend... as I'm pretty sure they're the only ones who actually read this!