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12 October 2006

How to fly all the way to Edinburgh and not see Radiohead

We, theres me and the dancer all jazzed up and excitied at the prospect of seeing ole' Thom in all his finest moaning in his delectible way through songs we all know and love.

We flew (bad, bad girls) all the way to Edinburgh and put up our one and a half man tent, drunk our bottles of ale and slept soundly, knowing that soon we would be singing along to all those fine tunes!

Oh, and Beck! Did I forget to tell you that Beck was playing too! He sounded superb. Sung songs I'd danced to for a good 10 years and some I didn't know besides. Me and the dancer moving our funky fings in time to the beats. Despite, and I say despite the other un-enthusiastic British crowd who barely moved an eyebrow throughout the whole performance.

(What is it with the damn British, they pay good money to see a band they know and love and then feel too embarrased to dance at all. I mean its not as if anyone will say 'look at that twat dancing to such and such a band'. I mean you've paid good money to see them, you obviously like them! Anyway enough of that old rant.)

So as were...Um...So Beck finished and we were hungry for more. We want Thom! So off we trot to the Beer tent to buy some more disgusting alcohol in plastic cups. Already far too drunk for modest English ladies...I think we started sashaying at this point...we went off in search of some fun.

Well oh dear...As soon as Beck started playing we run around the concert like little imps, with the dancer pinching everyone's bottoms. We hardly heard a moan from Thom, so intent were we on having a good ole' drunken time! A snog or two later (well we'd never done it when we were younger), I was becoming aware that I could barely hear Thom in the background. I love his music, but obviously for me this time it was the booze that won the day. I even heard that Thom stopped a song half way through, but we never noticed!

So to be honest the best way to fly all the way to Edinburgh and not see Radiohead is to get unbelievably pissed and fool around like you was 12. We did have a good time!!

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dancing lady still beautiful

7:21 pm  
Blogger foresttrips said...

Does this mean:

the dancing lady is still beautiful?

OR

your still the dancing lady and I'm beautiful?

6:41 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I know what you mean about British guys not dancing, but i tried once and a girl standing near me said look at that twat dancing to such and such a band. Ive never danced to this day, and still have the mental scars.
Cant dance will never dance man

2:21 pm  

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