18th February, 2002
From my livejournal:
Me and Abu met Danny at the station. He was wearing a ripped up skirt and a velvet jacket. Abu just had tights on his arms and eyeliner. It was fun to see as we gradually got closer to Brighton, whereas previously people stared at us, we began to blend into the crowds.
After this, we went and joined the drunken bottle-smashing hooligans outside the Brighton Centre. We retired to a nearby mutli-cuisine greasy food shop and I and stole some chip paper to make a massive sign - "FRED DURST SUCKS COCK". I couldn't fit "Durst chokes copious amounts of stow's mum's vast bellend" on the sheet. We then joined the queue of identically-hoodied people. Also, we got a nice demo CD from a random Brighton band called blunt . theory.
After being stuck in the freezing cold just wearing a t-shirt and standing next to the biggest prole ever for about a million (one and a bit) hours so that we couldn't move our fingers anymore, we were finally allowed in. …
From my livejournal:
Me and Abu met Danny at the station. He was wearing a ripped up skirt and a velvet jacket. Abu just had tights on his arms and eyeliner. It was fun to see as we gradually got closer to Brighton, whereas previously people stared at us, we began to blend into the crowds.
After this, we went and joined the drunken bottle-smashing hooligans outside the Brighton Centre. We retired to a nearby mutli-cuisine greasy food shop and I and stole some chip paper to make a massive sign - "FRED DURST SUCKS COCK". I couldn't fit "Durst chokes copious amounts of stow's mum's vast bellend" on the sheet. We then joined the queue of identically-hoodied people. Also, we got a nice demo CD from a random Brighton band called blunt . theory.
After being stuck in the freezing cold just wearing a t-shirt and standing next to the biggest prole ever for about a million (one and a bit) hours so that we couldn't move our fingers anymore, we were finally allowed in. …
