On a lighter note

The Dirty Pretty Things gig was sensational. I was right up the front bar one getting crushed with the best of them basking in the glow of that beautiful band. I nearly lost my glasses on several occasions but it really worth it. I helped a girl up to crowd surf which was strangely satisfying. At the end Carl dived on top of us and I had his hand in mine. I felt euphoric, like I could die happy.



There was also a funny fight over a towel thrown from the stage between two fellas which was reasonably amusing just for its shear longevity.

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(a minor segue from T)

A man without a voice yet his actions scream louder than words could. Someone I could............ still can let myself drop and know will catch me. No confidence yet more beauty than you could meet over a life time. Lucky to know. Yet doesn't know. Needs me????????????? Has no clue to how much is needed. I'm lucky.... so so lucky. Won't forget. Well try not to forget with everything I have. SO from here now FUN. Joy with my friends. Hope for the more memories like the ones we have shared. YET seem to forget. Positive. Support. Hope. and whether good or bad more memories together. So till then lets NOT hold our breath xxxxxxxx

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O what friends! for minor read major in more ways than one and also the question marks are completely unnecessary.

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In short Amazing gig and apparently amazing friends, who knew.