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Tea. Sleeping Kittens. The Smell of Old Books. Expensive Cheese. Painted Toenails. Lounging Around. Coffee Beans. Weddings. Poached Eggs. Napping. Candles. Secrets. Photographs. Harry Potter. Sex. Hand Holding. Fabulous Hair. Ribbons. Dinosaurs. Rage comics. Air Guitar. Montages. Swooning. Red Grapes. Sleeping. Paper Bags. Stockings. Canvas. Daydreaming. Piles of Book's. Cheap Dvd's. Cheeky Emails. Hand-made anythings. Whispering. Red Hair. Roller Derby. Jam. Laughing. Raspberry Lollies. Hugs. Letter's. Family. Batman. Flowers. Avocado. Art. Text's. Love.


Thursday, November 22, 2007

Mass Swoonage.


God GOD i just saw Muse perform at The Riverstage.
Apart from being more than spectacular live, i had to physically retrain myself from leaping up on the stage and shagging young Matthew Bellamy raw.

Is there something about this tiny man that has the ladies throwing themselves at him in swoony masses? I mean, he isnt the most attractive man on earth, bad stubble, band teeth, bad hair. But plonk him on a stage, give the man a microphone and a piano and SWEET FUCKING CHRIST he is delicious.

Anyway. The gig was fantastic. I can die happy.
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