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Sunday November 30, 03
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06:39 AM - On me 'ead, son
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Like Jacques, I am Radioheading tonight.
I'm mildly enthusiastic about it. Not that I'm a huge Radiohead fan, but it ought to be alright, especially if the set list is good. Here's my wish list:-
From Pablo Honey: Absolutely nothing.
From The Bends: Street Spirit
From OK Computer: Airbag
From Kid A: Everything In Its Right Place, The National Anthem (though this may not work nearly as well without the brass),Idioteque.
From Amnesiasc: Packt Like Sardines In A Crushd Tin Box, Like Spinning Plates
From HTTT: There There
Apart from that they can play what they like. I should be okay for the Kid A trio, and Street Spirit and There There too. The rest are possible if not likely, except for Packt Like Sardines..., which they'll never play. Swines.
Anyway, my weekend has mostly been quiet. My team won their fifth in a row yesterday, ahead of an important but, on paper, straightforward cup tie next week.
I never succeeded in getting drunk last night, instead I just kind of fell asleep a little after 3am.
I have nothing else to say.
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Well, Radiohead, yeh, wouldn't go to one of their gigs...Not really joyful are they.
Apart from that, never thought of asking : do you actually play football or are you just a supporter? (Those allusions to "my team" are kind of vague, see.). Just wondering.
Anyway I shall leave you to your mild post-radioheadal autumnal depression...That sentence about deep pockets and short arms was quite poetic, by the way.