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Hi, I don't do this much these days, but I'm bored so here I am. Hi. I needed a haircut really badly, so I got one, and that's pretty much all I've done today. Also, I got a shmancy new webcam, a decent quality one... so decent you can actually see what's outside my window. I'd use this new found capability to show you the creepy man-who-turned-out-to-be-a-woman who was creeping on me from his/her window last night, but he/she's currently not there. That's a good thing though because the way they were leaning to the side to try to see me when I was hiding behind the window from them was really fucking creepy.

There's nothing much exciting going on with me at the moment, other than I'm on holiday from work next week which is nice. I don't have much planned other than trying to experience the elusive 'lie in' that my body clock has been keeping away from me, although I am going to Birmingham on Thursday to celebrate a certain buttmuncher's birthday. Most excited!

I love Manchester. The Deaf Institute is an awesome venue, and Satan's Hollow is like the Cathouse but way better.

The gig that night was probably the best of the tour, so much energy! Satan's Hollow and the rest of the night consisted of the following:

Not being able to tell the gender of half of the people in the club

DU HAST

Many, many drinks

Having a shot of whisky and not dying

Dance moves such as 'chopping the wood'

Ending the clubnight with a truly epic group singalong to Total Eclipse of the Heart.

The world's most enthusiastic taxi driver

After Coventry we drove to Leeds, where we stayed in Nicole's awesome 11th floor flat overlooking the whole city.

The gig was in the Cockpit that night. The last time I was in the Cockpit, I woke up the next morning with a scarred knee. Thankfully this time it was more gentle on me, and all I got was a weird graze on my stomach from when I crowdsurfed and had a wee dance on the stage.

A couple of weeks ago I flew down to London (as Alana said, you can tell I'm not a student anymore because I'm getting flights instead of megabuses) and somehow managed to drive all over England for the next 4 days without once being affected by the major flooding.

The first night of the tour was at the Kasbah in Coventry. It was a bit of an odd one because the gig was during the club night, but it was good. Then we all got very drunk, and no one would dance to motown with me.

It's been a long time since I've posted any kind of life update on here. I don't really come on here much these days, but since I'm a poorly puppy stuck at home I thought posting a little update would be something to keep me occupied for a bit.

So, the last I posted on here, I was going for my first ever post-graduation job interview for a year-long internship with a small IT & telephony company in Glasgow (yup, telephony is a word). I got that job through some combination of awesomeness and luck, and I've now been a marketing executive with them for 3 months, and it's not as scary as I thought it would be.

I was shit scared when I first started, but it's been going exceptionally well. My biggest fear after graduating was that I wouldn't actully know how to apply anything I'd learned in practice, but I've pleasantly surprised myself with what I'm able to do pretty much every day so far, and all that fear seems quite silly now. Definitely finding confidence that I didn't know I had in me. My job isn't exactly in an industry that I'm particularly interested in, but it's a great start for me and whether I get kept on after my first year or not, it's good to know I'll have this experience behind me.

Having a full time job has meant I've been able to move back to Glasgow too. Got myself a wee beaut of a flat (see photo) in the southside with a couple of friends from uni. I have a kingsize bed. A kingsize bed. Seriously, I fall asleep on one side, wake up in the morning on the other and wonder where the fuck I am. It's fantastic.

Let's say that - hypothetically - you have a job interview for an internship tomorrow. How would you want to look? Would wearing glasses when they make you look a little older but you don't really need them be trying too hard to look 'intellectual'? Would wearing your hair down be too messy looking?

Anyways, aside from all that, I'm looking forward to more times like these. There is nothing I love more than travelling around the UK with my best friends, seeing different cities, living off Macdonalds, staying in shitty hotels, and getting to see my favourite band every night.

People going off their heads over the ticket bundles are doing my fucking head in though. Just a few points I'd like to make about that:

They are playing tiny venues... meaning fewer tickets to sell to cover costs. Having optional ticket bundles that are more expensive is probably a way to help make up for that.

Note the word 'optional'. People are acting like there's no £12 ticket. No one is forcing you to pay £25/£50.

"Oh but why should I have to pay £50 to meet them?!?!1!". You've probably met them before, you know fine well they'll be out and about and they're pretty much the easiest people in the world to meet. Don't want to pay £50? Then don't pay it. There's no need to act so hard done by.

As if Matthew's medical bills weren't reason enough for them to need the money, there's also the legal bills since he's now suing Pivec. That shit aint cheap.

For £25 you're getting a ticket (£12 otherwise), a tshirt (usually around £15 at a show), 2 new songs (a few quid on iTunes), and a signed book (walk into Waterstones and you're likely to spend up to £10 on a book). It's a bit of a bargain, really.

The band themselves haven't even said anything about ticket bundles yet. Maybe wait to see what they have to say before having a verbal fit?

I'm excited for tomorrow, because I'm going to see Aimée (and Everly!) for the first time in months, and we're going to bake stuff. What that stuff will be, I'm not sure yet, but it will no doubt be delightful and lovely and other such words. Or a big gloopy mess. But hopefully delightful and lovely and other such words!

After I discovered pencils and paintbrushes and turned out to be quite good with them, that answer changed to a painter or an artist for a year or so. I reverted back to vet for a while after I got my dog Ben and a mild obsession with Animal Hospital, until I decided I wouldn't like all the blood and guts.

Then I wanted to be a paleontologist. Did anyone else watch Walking With Dinosaurs? I used to watch my videos of that religiously, and thought travelling around the world digging up and examining fossils would be a great adventure. I still think it would be pretty cool, but here I am, doing nothing of the sort.