It’s not all of the pictures I took yesterday, some I missed out for various reasons.
We started here.
We (OK, I, I was the one who turned up early) left too much time so we spent lots of time sitting in here. Yes we are reflected in the glass.
We got this train to Newcastle.
Cheerful Katie.
All aboard our train that would take us to Leeds. With snacks and entertainment. The Metro was much more entertaining to draw on than read.
‘Thank you for choosing to travel.’
Always rains.
Made it!
What is your quest? To find the bloody Warehouse. Not a reprographics place.
Think we found it.
We’re not looking to throw ourselves into the sea, we were heading for other parts of Leeds.
Like this, its best feature. It’s bigger than RPM but it’s certainly not better.
RPM don’t have these though. And thanks to Katie and I, nor do Jumbo any more.
Made it! (This picture isn’t from Wednesday but it fits.)
Are you rocking out? ARE YOU?
Are you rocking out NOW?
Looking at these you wouldn’t be surprised that they lasted until the train home. I was, we only had two each and the gig was HOT. No, not hott (although it was), I mean I was heating up. This is the legendary free water.
The world’s most useless traffic lights. I mean, look at them, they point down a pedestrian street.
Monkey’s blood? Flake?
Last sit-down she got for a while….
…in front of these.
Waiting for ages eventually has its advantages…
I told you.
We love Si.
He showed us this from the night before in Newcastle. He got glassed in his back. (This isn’t my picture either)
And…we’re in! After a struggle. Not our fault, or the Warehouse’s either. DIE, SEETICKETS.
Last Gang. Dead dead good, and their singer was a bit hot.
And they got these two miscreants on stage for their last song.
The Horrors. Weird. But I liked. And as Amy would say, hott, with two ts.
Glittery.
Siiii…
Dan Dan Dan Dan Dan Dan Dan Dan Dan Dan Dan Dan Dan Dan Dan Dan Dan. Sans headbra.
Smile, Tom!
And after that…there were no more pictures. Read below entry if you want the rest of the story.
