It's frustrating that every gig locally
that I'd like to attend clashes with something or other. The King
Blues* at the
Sugarmill; I'm right in the middle of a run of nights. Your
Demise, Letlive & Spycatcher; on a late. Spycatcher return the
following month along with Everytime I Die, Trash
Talk & Defeater; and again I'm on a late. Get Cape. Wear Cape.
Fly at the Box in Crewe; Pezza's wedding.
Although
in regard to Pezza's wedding I won't believe it's actually real until
I'm sitting in the ?? the following morning having breakfast. The delay in sending out invitations,
the lack of information, reluctance in communication and most
worryingly almost complete absence of excitement all make us think
perhaps this ain't happening. Yet still it appears it is! Even so we
have paid extra on our hotel rooms to ensure we can get a refund and
all gifts & outfits will be purchased at the last minute and
receipts retained. Not very romantic is it?
The planning of my Staffordshire
wedding (as opposed to my Merseyside one) was so exciting and the
planning brought such delight, it is sad that this doesn't appear to
be the case for poor old Pezza.
* Matters are worse, Cerebral Ballzy
are supporting.
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