Neurobl wrote: The small, loud and highly opinated female in the queue behind us did nothing to lift my spirits with her incessant whining about how "weird" NIN fans were. Clearly she had not looked in the mirror for some time ...
Err... I really, really hope that wasn't me.
Saturnine wrote:We all talked until everyone fell asleep - oddly enough, I wasn't the last one talking. I gave up the ghost to LikkleBaer, who had enough energy to run a bloody marathon. She must be on pills of some kind.
I regularly only sleep four hours a night during the week... I slept practically all this weekend to compensate.
I didn't arrive in London until 13:40 and was met off the train at Paddington by my friend Newty.
At the hostel I changed my top, and freshened up a little. Newty had bought a lovely pink top for me (which I ended up wearing to bed), and some skin lotion, and a cookie. Then we went off to have lunch in the park and talked some more before heading to Brixton.
I spotted Azure at the front of the queue and paid her for my ticket, she was also nice enough to swap Newty’s standing ticket for a sitting one as Newty and I had decided we wanted to be together and I couldn’t face two nights in the pit. I didn’t ask to bump in line with them because it was after 18:00 and it just wouldn’t have been fair, so instead we joined the back of the queue.
We were lucky to get a central position upstairs, three rows from the front. After Saul, we moved to the second row because some people at the front left and the couple in front of us shuffled forward.
Silktwisteddagger recognised me and came over to say hello, which was nice, and we sat together for a while when Newty went to get drinks.
Saul Williams
The opening act was surprisingly good. I was enjoying myself so much that I actually got very angry when some idiot squeezed past us twice during Black Stacey… I mean, couldn’t he have waited until Saul finished?
Nine Inch Nails
The performance was amazing, though I think Newty was just as interested in what was going on in the crowd; she remarked on how well the security guys were looking after everyone.
During Piggy, Trent came down to the barrier, and I felt I could almost smell the excitement of the people below us.
The setlist was fantastic, and Newty and I kept smiling and hugging each other. We also laughed at some of the people who came to stand in the isle beside us for a while, before being firmly instructed to return to their seats by security. I guess the experience just overwhelmed some of them and they just couldn’t help themselves – I’m thinking particularly of the guy with no shirt, who stood defiantly with his arms in the air… perhaps seeking a sense of connection with the band.
After the show I freaked out a little bit because I couldn’t find the others outside and had no one to go back to the hostel with. Luckily Newty leant me money for a cab and saw me as far as Earl’s Court. She was really worried about me, but it was so late that she couldn’t come back with me as it would have left her stranded. We met some nice chaps on the tube, and one of them was getting off at Earl’s Court and was kind enough to put me on the last tube to Kensington High Street. I asked a woman at the bus stop where I could get a cab from and she kindly flagged one down for me. The cab driver was really nice and when I explained my predicament he dropped me outside the door of the hostel and only charged me five pounds.
I made use of the Internet to reassure both Newty and my family that I had got back to the hostel okay, and couldn’t resist heading over to the echoingthesound boards to post the setlist. Then I headed upstairs to have a shower and found that two of my roomies were there, and it wasn’t long before everyone had arrived safely back at the dorm.
Azure, EnemyAirship, Silktwisteddagger, Saturnine, Wix, and Squarepeg… great roomies. Azure felt really bad about what had happened (Saturnine and EnemyAirship had also been separated from the main group). We all talked for a while before Saturnine and I bored everyone else to sleep by talking about poetry and creative writing on the Internet. Saturnine said something in passing that I've been thinking about ever since.
I was the last to go to sleep, and lay there for a while listening to everyone else sleeping (and snoring). Contrary to popular belief, I didn’t actually contemplate killing any of them in the night.