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Go on, here you go. I was inspired to find this because I have been spinning the shit out of McFly’s Above the Noise record (can you spin the shit out of MP3s? No.) and I knew I’d seen them live.

Well, some of them.

God, I was a knob when I was 19. My comments from now are in bold italics.

Busted were so coooooool. (said in my annoying gay voice that none of you know :() Oh wow, you’re so cool and annoying. I already want to slap myself.

I was drunk, naturally. So I think I pissed everyone off from the moment I sat down from being excessively giddy and shit. I actually think it’s because I kept swearing and there were a lot of little children around. I was a classy girl back then. And then Karen and I running out when McFly (McWhat?) BLASPHEMY! Little did you know you would have the blonde one as your iPhone wallpaper seven years later were on and everyone was going to mad, to chat up the barman.

So the gig: Well, it’s short. For anyone going to see them, it’s like an hour and a bit. Kinda crappy when they annouce, “This is really our last song” and you’re looking at the watch and it’s 10.15pm. Tut. So hardcore, Aoife. You had only ever been to stupid pop gigs at the Point. Stop trying to sound mad and dangerous. Most of the songs are from their 2nd album. They only really sang the singles from the 1st. There was a lot of little kids and a lot of sweating. :|:|:| I did not appreciate this. I didn’t appreciate the band sweating? What was I? Neutered?

Matt looked hot of course. His accent. When I understood him, and the other two, which wasn’t that often…it was like…phwoooor.  I couldn’t understand a person from England? Wtf was I doing that night? Matt all sexy and rumpled and breathless commenting that “You seem well up for it” is heaven on earth. The other two were grand as well. I kept shouting tweezers and virgin at them and people looked at me weird :/. Christ, I was the very embodiment of an obnoxious fangirl who thinks she’s cooler than everyone else at the gig because she’s drunk and doesn’t really care about the band. Someone build me a DeLorean (MCFLY! Knew they were here for a reason) and bring me back to 2004 where I will proceed to kick the shit out of myself. 

Ooh, embarassment. At the end, Charlie shouted out the requisite “We love you guys!”. And me, being the drunken fool that I am, shouted back “I love you toooooooo”. In a really weird voice. All the row in front turned round and gave me the weirdest looks and I couldn’t say anything cept piss myself laughing. Wow. You’re so fucking funny and edgy and they would totally fuck you because you’re not a regular fan. 

So we fucked it out of the Point and legged it down to Jurys to meet Emmet (nicest taxi driver in the worrrrrld <3) No, he’s not who would bring us to grab-a-stab, Coco’s (local nightclub that is just the mingingest place ever). So we drove aaaaallll the way home really quickly except for on the quays cuz traffic was fucked. HOW FUCKING BORING IS THIS ENTRY? TRAFFIC? WHAT?! We drove past The CLarence, where the crash happened on Saturday. There are loads of flowers everywhere - makes you think. Pause for reflective moment. I do journalism at uni guys, I’m deep.

Coco’s was the same as it’s always been. That was like the third time I’d been. The floor was sticky and the music shite? Kinda flirted a lot with David’s mate Dean and he seemed quite put out that I wouldn’t stay behind with him, even though I’d told him at the start that I had a boyfriend. Men. :|I’m so fucking attractive to all men. Also, thank God I didn’t kiss Random Skanger Dean. I don’t even know who that could be.

Supposed to be going to the cinema tonight with Brian but he hasn’t turned his phone on so my text hasn’t delivered bout the times and shit. Hope he didn’t lose his phone or anything :/ I could ring his house but…aaaaaaggghhhhh. Hah, and that would continue into our relationship for years and years to come. 

I need food….mmmmmmmmmmmmm Fat bitch. 

Sorry, McFly for not paying attention to your support act back in ‘04. You all fine.