lisacraig

Got a phone call from paul the singer of no1son to say i had a half page spread in a daily tabloid on the band.
Ashame i never got to see it but i'm gonna try and get a scan and post it up.

Anyway i'm flu ridden and sorry feeling today, so i took the day off class, probably not the best idea but if your sick your sick.
Gotta phone a rep for jegermiefter later on about some work so i'll post up how it goes.

Hope all is wll with my buddies in buzznetland!
se ya laters
lisa

Woke up at my friends house saying "f"*k i've slept in again!" at 12.15
i was going to get my lip peirced by a friend of a firend whos training and had to be in central station for 1.30.

i went to see belle and sabastian with jamie that night. The boys mental haha i think all the straight edgers are.
Good band thought, addmitedly i dont know a lot of their work, when i should cause they are from glasgow.

I've been wondering for the past few days about life.
isn't it sad how everything good is a memory or a hopeful forward glace.

been listening to the "this day and age" album, lots of piano so always good.
see you soon

I know its a bit late to update my journal for the weekend but if it annoys you that much: your sadder than i was led to believe.

So its saturday night, i'm hung over from a ragingly drunken friday at my friends house, and i want a nice quiet, drag of an evening to slowly unfold before me. I'm working 8pm till 2am in a night club at the door.
Yes i'm a steward an emo steward apparently, quite rare they say.
We get in work (me and the other guy i'm doing the door with) to find out its the unders hip-hop night.
fine so have to search them (i hate underground techno but the artskool crowd is always good!)
so its fine an dandy till about 1am, then i hear this shouting in the hall. The doors have closed and i go an take a look.

A barney in the hall looks like its gonna kick off so i grab the guy thats getting screamed at whist the guy i'm working with tries to get rid of two women screaming at him. Let go of him to reach for my radio and the sly cunt legs it, past grasps towards him into the main hall.
persuit and a tackle follows and hes removed.
fuck knows what happened in the hall that we never seen,but more guys follow him out and a fight errupts.
they'er out now so fuck them the cops can get called. And they do.
With the front door looking out onto a concrete wall you cant see anything form the door.
When the police arrive it emerges that one of the guys involved in fighting got an extendable batton from his car (what!?) and that someone was deliberatley run over (say again officer)

no more hip-hpo nights in our club! YAY!

who wants to go out an fight!? all hail art skool techno! all hail!