THIS IS WHAT YOU GET... WHEN YOU MESS WITH WINE

[omniblob]

ah, my lovely little w-a-s-t-e-rels!the glesca green gig, for those of you who weren't there was fantastic, on a par with the oxford south park and meadowbank gigs in scale and excellence. the new songs took on a life of their own and i think the band has finally evolved beyond the comfort blanket of the bends and ok computer, albums most bands would tour to death for decades if they had the chance. it isn't a great surprise, i suppose. i'm old and ugly enough to remember the fanzines bitching about creep being an albatross around their neck that they'd never get away from. 2+2-=5 also sounded better live than i ever remember it.don't get me wrong, the oldies still bring a tear to the eye, or maybe it was the rain. it was glasgow, after all...one minor complaint - for all their bluster about fans using public transport to travel to the show, i'm pretty sure the band's environmental considerations would have been equally well-served by a few energy-saving light bulbs in the stage show. sanctimoniousness never sits wells with rock bands, look at bono.my associate FACTS (FOR IT IS HE!) popped his radiohead cherry at the gig and, despite being a long time fan, was blown away. much amazement and nostalgia which lead to many conversations like;"how many years ago did we first hear this one?""dunno, but i could see my willy without breathing in!""fuck that, i could still breathe in!"FACTS (FOR IT IS HE!) is the slightly tamer brother of known associate THE LEGEND.THE LEGEND, by the way, recently had his offer of commitment knocked back by his own stalker. seriously.anyway, the gang all gathered at the domicile of mr and mrs FACTS (FOR IT IS THEY!) for a lovely bbq (with many meat-free options) the next day. friendships, family and absentees were toasted with much vigour. i made short work of a bottle of tuscan chianti, a lovely rioja and a wine to be confirmed at a later date. no gelatin in them, either...due to the length of the gathering, and my desire to not make a drunken fool of myself, much care was taken to pace said boozing. i made a pretty good job of it, all told, if the hostess MRS FACTS (FOR IT IS SHE!) is to be believed.i even declined to do my party piece of tiffany - i think we're alone now. restraint, thy name is steve...another reason, dear friends, for the restraint was the looming, dreaded sunday shift at the death star. bad enough in itself, hungover it is impossible. making matters worse was the return of the lovers (see previous blogs for details) and the offer of danger-sex in the disabled toilets held hazard enough, without the handicap of a hangover.fortunately, the lovers seemed not to have fallen out on hoilday, and only had eyes for each other. a boring shift ensued so i decided to peruse a well-known internet auction site. i wasn't ready for what happened next.dear readers, i swear i went home and straight to bed the previous night. surely, the wine hadn't caused me to bid for items i can ill-afford and wipe the memory from my brain?the evidence to the contrary was plain. i had bid for a rather nice pair adidas gazelles, a lovely harrington jacket and......a roman centurion's helmet.i suppose it would've completed the look. ah well, i didn't win. the finances remain the right side of pitiful.thanks for listening to my drivel, i love you all.i do. i love you.steve x.