The mexican and the love song

It's been a few days since the massive two and a three and since I've consumed a bottle of tequila with small norweigan in the form of frozen margaritas. And tonight after slaving over a warm to hottish stove and subsequently stuffing my face with enchiladas I thought I'd settle down and tell the tale of a few nights ago. I'll keep it short because I want to watch the wire.

So anyway I found myself in Leeds, an event which must have happened about 40 times before but alas I've never counted the amount of times I've been to Leeds. However this time was rather special as it meant I would be in attendance to a rather special band, one I hold most dearly, I mutter here about future of the left. On arrival after a day of making sure the customers of Halifax got their fix of online banking needs I was ready to unwind and dance tipsily like a tit in front of many who would never see my face again. Fine by me.



So there I was with my three karass, Mr Bray, Sir Barnstormer, and Miss Whiteley. After a burger king of goodness we shuffled to a place reknown for it's trilby hat wearing punters, also known as the Cockpit. But alas it was sold out.

I'm not one for finding back doors and solid snaking myself into places but at that point I would have done a hell of a lot to get into that next room where the gig was taking place. The other three had already ownership of three tickets, and unfortunately for this lummocks he was without. I asked at the bar, bordering on asking if they were willing to be bribed and they said they were virtuous people who cared about being shut down because of capacity reasons. I begged with the doormen, but they were the usual door men and immovable from their door protection, but in all my panicking I did not realise there was another way.

And that other way is called Jack Egglestone.



Jack Egglestone is the drummer for future of the left, I spotted his near the door and quickly attempted to seize his attention. I explained my case to him and explained that I'm an avid fan and stalk their forums too much, and god damn it he said I could go on the guest list. It was mainly good luck, someone else had dropped out and so there was a space, so I had entry, so long as I could perform a quick name change to Mike. After that I approached a very confused doorman who had to simply assume that until that point I'd forgotten my name was on the guestlist. And once inside Future of the Left were good. They were so good. And in a drunken state I must have thanked Sir Egglestone fifty times. And quite rightly so, the man's a legend.

It was my first time seeing the band Kong, and they too were very very very good. And after sleeping on a floor with a bag for a pillow I headed jollily back to manchester with Ronnie the Rhino. All true.

And now I will watch the Wire, ring the landlord and dring margaritas

And this will be very very very very good tu.

Keep on truckin'

Dougal XxxxxX