Weeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllll, Orson were cool.
Played all the songs on their album, got to about five rows from the front. Stood on people, got elbowed in the head twice, hit people with my wrists and arms and stuff.
They all buggered off stage without playing 'No Tomorrow' so we all stamped, screamed, shouted and clapped for them to come back on, and then Jason was fishing for someone to start it by making us sing the first part of the song, like the opening line about ten times before he actually started. First line is 'Let's go to a rave' - and all hell broke loose. We danced, sang at the top of our voices, jumped up and down, stood on people, hit people, pointed, waved and did all the general stuff you do at a concert.
Moved to the back for the last two songs so we didn't get crushed, the stairs are murder in that place, big and huge and steep. Bought a top, got a free calendar/poster, got two sets of badges (You only got one when you bought a top or hat and they weren't giving them away for free), wandered out into the rain, found Mysterious George outside the tour bus. Got a picture with him, and one with him and Sarah. His hands wandered from her shoulders to her waist, so she asked him for his beer. He refused unfortunately, said he only had the one.
He smelt..unattractive. Mysterious George likes my kitty. xD
He signed Sarah's first free poster/calendar (She had two) and I made him sign my bag. It has a cat on it, and he signed it. I'll use it tomorrow as usual and just answer Mysterious George when anyone asks who it is.
So here ends the Chronicles of Mysterious George and his wandering hands.
(I'm going to sleep.)
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