It’s fair to say I came to The Cure late. I remember sitting in a cinema circa 2000 when an advert for HP printers came on. I was trying desperately to learn the name of the song accompanying it, when I overheard someone say it was called “Pictures Of You”. I rushed straight out and …
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The Cure
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The Stone Roses
I’ve always had a bit of a love/hate relationship with festivals. There is always a pressure to see the great moments, best bands, meet nice women, get off your face and not miss the hilarity with your mates, find the toilet that hasn’t been pebble dashed by a curry eating booze monkey, and manage to …
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Taking it easy; Euro style
After one of those crazy nights where you shouldn’t go out but you’re compelled to do so because you’re in a European capital, we rise late and do very little. Lisbon is beautiful. It’s a bright and vibrant meeting of old world architecture and a young party scene. I’ve always adored the cafe culture that is …
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Portugal!
So I’ve not slept a wink as I reluctantly down the game controller and leave our hero at a perilous point of his journey. I don’t think I’ll ever grow out of video games. As they get better and better with every leap forward in technology, so they become even more engrossing with such glorious …
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Shooting even more cowboys
Once again I’ve failed to look at flight times, distances and such, and I’ve left myself the unenviable task of sleeping in Luton airport. Again. While only being some 20 minutes from my sisters house, in order to make my plane I need to travel into the city to travel out again. It’s ridiculous. I …
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Shooting more cowboys
What do you want me to say? I needed some down time. I’ve been having it. A lot. Just forgetting the world and shutting the curtains because of the glare on the TV screen. It’s not exactly sumptuous weather out there anyway; I’m not missing much. Don’t judge me. Innocent maidens need saving from would …
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Shooting cowboys
Apparently tonight we’re going to see Faith No More, one of my sisters favourite bands. I’m overjoyed to find she doesn’t feel like it, considering it is still lashing down with rain in July. This calls for a celebration, so I kill hundreds of cowboys on the X-box for a quite frankly unhealthy amount of hours. …
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Rain, rain, go away…
Big night out planned. I spend the day doing sod all but sorting out my back pack to get out on the road again this week. It really is a joy to shed the load and whittle my belongings down to not very much at all. Somewhere thrown into this mix is ten hours straight …
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Home sweet home
First leg over, not in the way I’d like, but we’ve touched down in Madrid in the early hours of the morning. The sun is beginning to peak over the horizon, and the airport is coming to life. It brings back memories of my time here a couple of years ago. I’m in a great mood until …
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Valium = shite
Here I go then, 17 hours of sitting in a massive plane hanging in the air. Oh the deep joy. My Irish friend from the previous evening has slipped me a couple of Valium to help with the nerves. How it’s going to help when the wing falls off and we’re plummeting out of the …
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