October

This is how October started with a bang. A good hard one.

It was a Saturday, and it was shite. I was in towns, I was late. I was panicking slightly about being late. It was kinda cold, unpleasantly so. I had just brought a mobile top up voucher from Tesco (it took a lot of guts to admit that, guys), and, naturally, it decided it didn't want to work for me. So I didn't have a phone with which to text one of my friends to see if they were meeting anywhere for this gig, this thing I was late for, so I didn't have to go on my own.

Alas, I went on my own.

This fuck up on Tesco's part made me later, and more anxious. And it started to rain (it might not have started to rain, then again I might be hyperbolising some of this).

Little did I know it, but this gig would change my life.

As a result of that gig I went back to Cadbury's inspired. I immediately wrote the entire script, soundtrack and technical notes for my drama groups production (if by 'I' I mean me and Raj with input from the whole group, and by 'soundtrack' I mean the one we have yet to decide on). I know for a fact, even as we have yet to fully block or rehearse our scenes (or even title it), that it will be more groundbreaking than Waiting for Godot, more memorable than Hamlet.

I also researched, planned, trialed and created a mixed-media-video-sound-botanical high-concept installation masterpiece for my Art class, accompanied by an eight thousand word illustrated essay exploring my chosen subject matter through the work of other artists (none of this has happened yet, except the researching bit).

As for my English class, I've written a four thousand and fifty three page novel, of which my English tutor Mr Green has said is "more adventurous than than Homer's Iliad or Odyssey" and "more complex and linguistically challenging than Finnegan's Wake" (both of those quotes may have been paraphrased, and said paraphrases paraphrased, repeatedly, to the point of each letter being replaced or reordered) (and by 'written a novel' I mean looked at Waiting for Godot).

Perhaps most satisfying; my social status has sky rocketed and my private life hella more interesting. Having nearly impregnated twenty of the girls at my college, I eventually settled down with one, and we're now happily married with two kids. We hit it off proper at a party we went to for a friends eighteenth. At Go Kidz Go (The bit about the party's true, it was the best thing).

I couldn't be happier right now (I'm sure I could be if I tried), and it's all thanks to that gig I went to.

I got there, a pub called The Flapper, right next to one of Birmingham's canals, just in time, picking my way through the crowd of literally some people, to see the band finish one of their songs that I can't remember and fuck up a cover of 'Reptilia'. They actually stopped half way through so they could sheepishly ask the crowd if they could start again. The set picked up though, they delivered an awesome song called 'Vultures' and a pretty cool alt-rocky version of 'Stand By Me'. More people came. The room got sweaty. They left with a whole five pounds more than the headline act. I left enlightened.

So it was pretty all right, all in all. They've got another gig at Birmingham's O2 Academy tomorrow, which I'll be going to. Buzzin'.

The band, by the way, are made up of friends from my college. They're called Scarlet Creek. They're pretty good, lots of potential, I reckon.

They've just released their latest album 'I'm With You' to critical acclaim, and have pledged to perform their now infamous twenty-four hour song, in its entirety, live at their gig tomorrow. They've just announced a world tour throughout next year, and collaborating and playing with the likes of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Lightning Bolt, Neon Indian, Kesha and McFly, it's gonna be a busy as fuck year.

You should check them out here.


Good night.


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"Vultures circling my head
Vultures circling the dead
something something
Rob's dad's a paedo" - 'Vultures', Scarlet Creek, Nevermind(1991)