skin graft 26.11.06

ah so brixton academy dialled my number and having left a message, i returned the call. outside the academy it said 'the killers. sold out'. but i was luggin tickets.
i had purchased some wild cherry flavoured stimorol in a dark purply packet rippled for effect in denmark. they'd cost me many a danish crown but hey i was getting rid of small change. i was packing these chewy flavoursome gums for the tasty rush id need while sweating like an afghani in a deseret hole hiding from the allies.so i get to the front door of the brixton and the fecking bouncer stops short of an anal probe and then says, 'whats this?', so im like, 'whats what?' and he's like, 'this?' and i'm like 'what?, oh thaat, its my chewing gum from denmark', and he's like, 'well can you please toss them in the can'. So i stare at him like he's a vegetable. 'well then ill chew them before i go in.' 'no can do'. so im like, 'why?'. so the bouncer retorts, 'cos if 50 000 people throw their gum on the floor someone's gotta pick it up.' at that point in my mind i was thinking, 'go f*ck yourself buddy, those gums were important to me, they had sentimental value.' and so it came to pass that i lobbed the poor bastards in the trash can and there they huddled all lonesome amidst the half consumed bottles of water. farewell gummies.
anyhoo lb and i headed straight into the bowels of the gig, but first i had to take a leak. finally when the flood gates had been evacuated we headed into the venue and similar to the iraqi people's pain and suffering we too underwent a gruelling task of listening to two bands, one whose frontman had jeans way too tight and who squealed like heidi and another band who i simply have forgotten. so much for presentation, buddy. we were stood by and subjected to the over eagerness of two 'hobbits' from the island of wight, who warned us of their impending over reactions and excitement to the onslaught of the killers. hell i didnt give a toot, they were unaware too of my transformation into the hulk at the riffs of rockn roll. he he, mwah mwah
set up like a cheap surprise party, the stage was littered with coloured flags, fake rats and mini skeletons. and emblazoned with the title of their second album, sam's town.lead singer flowers dressed in a penguin suit, and sporting a hairy 'stache like a squirrel stuck to his upper left played the crowd into frenzied vegetarians in a butchers shop. i sweated loads and shed kilos. i elbowed, i stood on, i jumped and i screamed. it was a moshing pit and i was loving it.it was a super duper gig, and one more dream come true.their tunes are pop rock and easily listened to, they rocked until i couldn't hear, i stopped short of blowing loot on merchandise. i was a winner. it was an uber nightand one for the scrap book.
thanks to lb for the pics