Even usually, time is a funny concept. Here it becomes particularly funny. It's our two month anniversary today — me and Chatsworth's. One third down, two to go. If I had to tell someone how long I've been here without knowing how long it's been, just based on the feeling, I don't know what I'd say. I really really really don't. Also, could someone please explain me why you achieve so much more in between your two shifts than during a whole day off? I mean not always! But it happens. It's November, which to me is pretty close to late September in Finland. The sun is shining, and I feel guilty for not going out. I've always had this problem. It drives me crazy sometimes. Because you know in some parts of the world it's not everyday you get the privilege to see the bright thing in the sky. I will go out after finishing this, I have to pop into the post office for some secret business. I hope the sun hasn't set by then. It probably has.
Last week I was ill. It started as a little cold and ended up as a fever of 39°C. Thank goodness that was only one day, it is not enjoyable in any way. Or well. At least it vanished all my sleep debt for a while. I obviously wasn't able to work, so I stayed in bed for three days. Getting from the bed to the sink felt like taking The Ring to Mordor, and if you've been in my room you know the distance. (For the rest of you, it's half a metre.) There was a moment I felt very low, but it lasted like 10 minutes. When you're ill you just want to be home and looked after. But I'm grateful for the personal room service I had. I was a little worried about the upcoming MJ gig, but luckily on Wednesday morning, not a bit too soon, I woke up and the fever was gone.
So on Wednesday evening I went to Brighton. It was still over two hours until the doors would open for I had decided to be early. The first thing I did was I found the bus stop from which to catch the last night bus after the show, and then I checked out the venue. It was only a 15-minute walk. It's by the sea kind of in the middle of nowhere, so apart from occasional joggers there was basically no one there. THEY WERE HAVING A SOUNDCHECK. I could hear Blaine Harrison. I was so blown away I had to call a friend just to say I just heard the band play! There's something so thrilling about hearing what you're not supposed to hear, and I have to say that was the highlight of my night. Yes, before even entering the venue. I'll post the song I overheard. Two hours and one pizza later I was queuing in. Then the girl in front of me suddenly went "I like your coat!". It turned out she was half Swedish, half English — the perfect combination, don't ask me why. She was called Miranda (real name) and I was struggling to keep my mouth shut. I don't think I can ever take the name seriously again. She had come alone too, and was well nice so we stayed together for some time. There was a third girl with an Irish name as well. She weirdly reminded me of a certain friend of my friend's. However, we got drifted apart quite soon because of the mosh pits. You don't expect mosh pits at a small club gig. It's not normal! I personally like to concentrate on the music instead of keeping myself in one piece. It doesn't make me a worse fan. Maybe, had I been completely well and feeling extremely adventurous, could I have jumped in. Since the event allowed in 14-year-olds, there were some annoyingly arrogant drunk teenage girls in the crowd kissing each other and getting tossed around. But the band were brilliant. And so were the two support acts. And I'm still alive.
There was a dramatic factor to yesterday's wedding. I was clearing the tables when I saw a man holding a plate looking somehow disgusted and as if he'd wish to get rid of it as fast as possible. It didn't take long to see why: there was a huge spider on the plate. I think it was a little boy's plate. Alrrrrright, let me just take that! While I was carrying the plate the spider got all covered in sauce and curled up, a couple of legs still stretching out. I'm not afraid of spiders, but it was a disgusting sight. I actually felt more sorry for the spider than the customer. Just a tiny wee bit sorry for the little boy in case he was scared. But that's me. I collect earthworms from the pavement then throw them back on the grass. Why not rinse a spider. I didn't cause they threw him away.
Ps. I finally have an English number! It was the last thing on my "Shit to do" list.
Last week I was ill. It started as a little cold and ended up as a fever of 39°C. Thank goodness that was only one day, it is not enjoyable in any way. Or well. At least it vanished all my sleep debt for a while. I obviously wasn't able to work, so I stayed in bed for three days. Getting from the bed to the sink felt like taking The Ring to Mordor, and if you've been in my room you know the distance. (For the rest of you, it's half a metre.) There was a moment I felt very low, but it lasted like 10 minutes. When you're ill you just want to be home and looked after. But I'm grateful for the personal room service I had. I was a little worried about the upcoming MJ gig, but luckily on Wednesday morning, not a bit too soon, I woke up and the fever was gone.
So on Wednesday evening I went to Brighton. It was still over two hours until the doors would open for I had decided to be early. The first thing I did was I found the bus stop from which to catch the last night bus after the show, and then I checked out the venue. It was only a 15-minute walk. It's by the sea kind of in the middle of nowhere, so apart from occasional joggers there was basically no one there. THEY WERE HAVING A SOUNDCHECK. I could hear Blaine Harrison. I was so blown away I had to call a friend just to say I just heard the band play! There's something so thrilling about hearing what you're not supposed to hear, and I have to say that was the highlight of my night. Yes, before even entering the venue. I'll post the song I overheard. Two hours and one pizza later I was queuing in. Then the girl in front of me suddenly went "I like your coat!". It turned out she was half Swedish, half English — the perfect combination, don't ask me why. She was called Miranda (real name) and I was struggling to keep my mouth shut. I don't think I can ever take the name seriously again. She had come alone too, and was well nice so we stayed together for some time. There was a third girl with an Irish name as well. She weirdly reminded me of a certain friend of my friend's. However, we got drifted apart quite soon because of the mosh pits. You don't expect mosh pits at a small club gig. It's not normal! I personally like to concentrate on the music instead of keeping myself in one piece. It doesn't make me a worse fan. Maybe, had I been completely well and feeling extremely adventurous, could I have jumped in. Since the event allowed in 14-year-olds, there were some annoyingly arrogant drunk teenage girls in the crowd kissing each other and getting tossed around. But the band were brilliant. And so were the two support acts. And I'm still alive.
There was a dramatic factor to yesterday's wedding. I was clearing the tables when I saw a man holding a plate looking somehow disgusted and as if he'd wish to get rid of it as fast as possible. It didn't take long to see why: there was a huge spider on the plate. I think it was a little boy's plate. Alrrrrright, let me just take that! While I was carrying the plate the spider got all covered in sauce and curled up, a couple of legs still stretching out. I'm not afraid of spiders, but it was a disgusting sight. I actually felt more sorry for the spider than the customer. Just a tiny wee bit sorry for the little boy in case he was scared. But that's me. I collect earthworms from the pavement then throw them back on the grass. Why not rinse a spider. I didn't cause they threw him away.
Ps. I finally have an English number! It was the last thing on my "Shit to do" list.
Mystery Jets - Serotonin
