BUT WHO CARES ABOUT NICE TITLES
I'M GOING BACK TO LONDON
...okay, well, I'll be going in five months from now. But that doesn't stop me from getting overly excited.
I'll get to see Placebo. I could write a 4000 word essay about how much I love Placebo, but it wouldn't be very entertaining to read and I should be asleep right now, so I'm skipping that part.
ANYWAY. The Placebo gig's in the O2 and it's in my spring holidays, so I think I'll stay for a week. I can't believe this is actually going to happen and WHY ISN'T IT APRIL YET.
CAN I JUST GO BACK
Things that make London amazing:
- Everyone has a British accent.
- Those phone boxes.
- Cutesy little restaurants.
- JAM DOUGNUTS AND TEA.
- The fact that they have everyting in mint and chocolate flavour.
- The christmas floor at Harrods.
- Huge Doctor Who posters everywhere.
- Double-decker buses.
- Baker Street.
- All those beautiful buildings.
- My pretty new Van Gogh mug.
- West End and the fact that Wyndham Theatre is there and the fact that there were about six tickets left for Much Ado About Nothing and I got one and saw David Tennant and Catherine Tate and oh god let me die.
- MORE JAM DOUGN
Apparently Ryan Dunn has died. I'm upset, he was awesome. Rest in piece, Dunn.
But tons of good things have happened as well. PINKPOP AND MUNDIAL. Pinkpop was brilliant, especially Foo Fighters (DAVE GROHL IS GOD, I'M TELLING YOU) and Elbow. I managed to get separated from my friends within the first five minutes of the last day and my phone was fucking up, so basically I've been running around on my own all day. During Foo Fighters my phone started working again and my friends kept texting/calling me to come over to the side, but I was smack in the middle of the crowd and FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, IT WERE THE FOOS, so you can't expect me to watch