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A wounded heart and a makeover friend

Lots to say in a few entries, so I may have to split this up into segments. It’s been quite a few days, so I’ll start from Wednesday night and work forwards.

Wednesday 6th July

Went to see The Duke Spirit with Merv and Ms Robinson. We had a cracking chat in The Lock Tavern prior to the gig, where the phrase ‘Food Womble’ was born (noun; one whom consumes exclusively food in offices that the everyday folk leave behind). A colleague of Ms Robinson’s has never been seen to eat an actual meal, ever – she subsists purely on a diet of lemon drizzle cake and white chocolate chip cookies.

The support that evening came from Architecture in Helsinki, which I’ll describe in a cruel way and a slightly more complimentary way. The poor man’s Arcade Fire/like watching a class of gifted children give a music recital. A collection of about 12 people onstage, it was all very shambolic and quite irritating, with everyone swapping instruments like their lives depended upon it.

In contrast, the DS triumphantly played some stuff off the first mini-album (a prized possession), shook tambourines, wiggled their butts and basically trampled all over me. Me and Ms Robinson were down at the front frugging like a pair of demented loons. They are my new band crush. I urge you all to see them, right now.

Of course, that night now feels like it happened a lifetime ago.

posted by deafdisco @ 8:58 pm