Well it’s a funny old week and no mistake, and only Wednesday.
Monday: enlivened by a spontaneous trip to see Primal Scream, featuring Bobby Gillespie (limp), Mani (haircut) and Kevin Shields (fat, permed and bored).
Tuesday: an auspicious omen… on the way home from work who should I walk past and stare at in a it can’t be him, fuck me it is kind of way but… baldy, otter-hating Terry Nutkins.
In a stunned state then, Tuesday evening was spent in the company of Idlewild, sans Drunken Beardy Jesus Bob and surrounded by hordes of screaming Roddy fans.
Tonight then is the unofficial Company Night… nothing but excess now lined up for every evening until next year.
Excellent.
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