Eh, so I haven’t blogged since…

*checks*
Friday.
I didn't talk about Thursday night, but I'll give it a mention. Flyered Seven Heroes, their merchandise guy recognised me from Myspace and gave me free stuff and he introduced me to everyone like I was their biggest fan. The band recognised me as well, and once they got playing they were ace as well. That's enough of that.
I was supposed to flyer Arctic Monkeys on Saturday as well. Guess what?

Wait for it…

I forgot to go.
First time I've ever completely forgotten to go. Um. That I can remember.
I was not inundated with chocolate eggs yesterday, I got one box of Roses. Which I just finished. I managed to leave a strawberry one until last, which is a clear sign that I have willpower beyond belief.

I went to my first gig a year ago today. If you know me much/at all you'll know who that was. In the past year I have been to 42 gigs, at 18 different venues (yeah, that counts shops for instores, different stages within venues, and things like Herrington Country Park and Baltic Square), in 5 different cities.
I've seen bands upwards of five times each.
I've paid extortionate amounts for gigs, I've paid next to nothing to see bands who've gone on to be huge, I've been to free gigs, I've been guestlisted for gigs and I've been paid to see bands.
I saw the Cribs last June for the same price and in the same place as I saw Jim Noir in February. Big difference between the two.
I've met some ace people. I've encountered some not-so-nice people, and I've encountered (fortunately I've never really met any of these) COMPLETE CUNTS.
I've travelled and bloody enjoyed it. I've walked home from gigs and got long-distance trains home.
I've camped out all night for tickets.
I've stage invaded.
Honestly? I can't remember life before gigs. The past year has cost me a fortune and I'm grateful for it.