June 4, 2012 in Live-Blogging In The Name Of
It hasn’t started yet but the excitement is building like panther-sex. I’ve got the fucking tennis on here, because everyone on the BBC is talking too quickly and being excited like fucking Scouts on too much sugar. I’ve got my mother moaning and twittering like a fucking parakeet about everything, but somehow I want to be here talking about this concert thing. I’m working on her laptop in the lounge, and because today is a holiday here, I’ve done three washings and hung them out because it’s breezy but sunny. Where was I? Yes. The concert. I’m live-blogging it.