partz to

It took me a few seconds to realise that I was looking at a man who’d never been to a gig. At the time he was vehemently telling me to ‘fuck off’.

I stared at him. I wasn’t having this, despite his height and vexation I was already 3 sheets to the wind and mentally I was already cheerfully punching him in the throat. His problem stemmed from the fact I’d essentially stood in front of his girlfriend in ‘a space’, said girlfriend -a smiley and clearly seasoned rock-fan- was then invited by yours truly to stand ahead in order to resolve this ridiculous issue but this twat was insisting that someone else was already occupying ‘that space’ (the one being offered) but had ‘gone to the bar…’ I’d had enough, ‘calm the fuck down’ I said firmly with every expectation that this was going to kick off and turned my back to face the stage just as Gerry arrived with another pair of pints. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure that I wasn’t about to be knifed, to my delight the gig-virgin was getting a mouthful off his missus, honestly, I thought he was going to cry…

Oh, the gig was fucking ace, possibly the best I’ve seen them. The images running behind the band was poetry in itself, a montage of footage of Bush, war, killing, famine, bombs…I do enjoy it when left wing types get all cross. Gerry and I had a bloody superb view and, for once, there was some volume in the venue. Sadly, I’ll never see them play again, Al Jourgensen is about to turn 50 and has decided he’s a bit long in the tooth for shouting and using blue language over of screaming thunderous metal. Oh well.

Yesterday I had an appalling day in the office. A colleague who I’ve moaned about on here before managed to piss off someone to such a degree a letter was written to the chairperson of a massive organisation just as a certain contract is up for tender. The details aren’t pertinent but the bottom line is that I may have to look for another job, the contract in question is my livelihood and on account of this fuckers behaviour (behaviour I’ve warned him about on numerous occasion) the chances of the contract being renewed are now slim… I cannot begin to describe how angry I am, put it this way, the prick at the gig was the second bloke that day to narrowly avoid an act of violence on his person and that sort of thing is as far away from me as Michel Fournier’s fucking balloon.

On a brighter note my bike passed it’s MOT and tonight I’m seeing The Dead Kennedys… More left wing angst, but this has a darker edge to it. Lovely.


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