Sunday, July 12, 2009
All right, titwitches?
Spending the weekend at Oxegen, or as I like to refer to it, the bins 'round the back of the abortion clinic. Fuck, it's grim out there.
Nonetheless, I finally caught Blur live, something I neglected to do before now, as I spent my teenage years enjoying the three songs of Oasis, mainly to antagonise my Mockney-loving sister. (I also backed the wrong horse in '93 by proclaiming the Super Mario Bros Movie to be better in every way to Jurassic Park.) And though I'd much rather be stuck in a lift with the inimitable Noelly G than Damien Allbran, Blur doth fair knocked the crust from my pants the other night. So here for you, and in the hope that I can tempt all the 90s Indie chicks into buying Transformers comics, is Damon Albarn in a scene inspired by Friday night.