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We played Southend, 1st band on for a change so we were done by 9pm (excellent, I get to bed before 2am! Woohoo!)
The place was fairly busy, usual band-gig crowds.
Including some fine women.
So we get up there, have it completely for 30 mins.
I'm up there with my boys, playing away as normal and the crowd starts getting into it.
By the 3rd or 4th number,they're usually doing that sway-from-side-to-side dance that you do to a new band and you're not drunk enough to enter the Bermuda Triangle at the front of the stage.
We come off and I sit on the floor, catching my breath and drinking pints of water.
And when we go to the bar, up comes women.
Buying me a drink, doing that "Tattoos! Cool! You were really good up there, totally animal drummer!" and flirting about.
Fine.
SO WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I WAS 15????
I was hormonally raging, like a firework ready to go off.
I was single, still playing drums and would have been like a rat up a drainpipe given the chance.
But Oooooooooooooooooh no, they have to wait until I'm spoken for, absolutely shattered from playing and just wanting to have a bath and get to bed.
I'm in no state to play flirty games when I've finished playing, I have nothing left except panting and needing lots of water. I am sweaty, way too hot and eyes burning.
But they come over and chat. Boy do they come over.
When we played in Islington, my missus was in the loo and this girl said "You seen them play before?"
"Yeah, a few times"
"I like the drummer, he's cute. Big brown eyes"
Needless to say my girlfriend laughed good naturedly and explained that I was taken.
Yeah, thanks ladies for not being there during puberty when I wondered if I would ever score.
I thought I would die without ever having visited the land of naughty-pillows and...gasp...a snog!
So why now I'm happily with someone and shattered from playing?
Why?
Damn Dirty Girls.
Ms Goatboy "I'm fat"
Goatboy "No,you weigh 9st and wear hipster jeans, you're not fat"
Ms Goatboy "I feel unnattractive"
Goatboy "You aren't. You rule my world and other others"
Ms Goatboy "I'm joining a gym, because I'm fat"
Goatboy "Ok fine. You damn dirty heiffer, lose weight and stop eating so many pies"
Ms Goatboy "I'm not fat you ignorant pig, how dare you"
(at this point of the phone call, all I heard was noise like angry chicken)
----
Gah, you can't win.
I'm going to be gay, at least I understand how blokes think.
Damn Dirty Girls.
(Did I just type that out loud?)
I'm not sure?
How would I tell?
Personally I just think Goatboy was so damn ugly when he was 15 that the girls wouldn't touch him, so all the attention he gets now seems a lot when in fact it's perfectly normal.
(Did I just type that out loud?)
Women are evil harpies, that all want something that other women have.
If you were to split with your lovely lady, other women would not want you either.
Damn dirty women.
On second thoughts......
So I shortened it, never imagining the direction this would lead to.
You lot need help.
What a high level of conversation we get with the late night foggers, eh?
I applaud thee! :)
Filthy people.
Filthy, filthy people.