Tired and broke, in a good way, like.
Spent the weekend with Jess, at her house, in U Houdku, in the Blind Eye and at Akropolis, where Spiritualised last night played the best gig I’ve seen in years. It was the (ahem) ultimate expression of passion through music without ego. The audience could not have been there. This is a good thing, though there are many ways to be good. We sat down at the back. At the end a ten minute wall of noise almost knocked us unconscious. Fucking good.
Jess has no keys so last night we were forced to sleep in the stone corridor outside her flat. It was not comfortable, somehow managed to get a little sleep though.
I have spent all my money on beer. The weekend is over.