So...
I'm about to embark in this experience..... I will do a la sales as pod would say.
A groupie/bankers/rotters invited me to what seemed a nice concert as she had a spare ticket for kings of leon ( KOL) as she called them..
Oh well... I said yes.. why not.. as I'm in the latest cycle of neverending depression and survivor to 7 hours of midyear review writing ( as I asked albeo's and lady v's help I was very confident it would have taken something like 2 seconds.. control c control v... no... I discovered it needed to be divided in sessions and also the beginning of the year one was wrong and bollox... ) anyway...
It's nice to have friends that can transform sentences like this place is shit and you are a bunch of fucking idiots into my biggest concern is the relationship between teams.. ( i think this is a skill, a magic art which I'll never be able to learn..)
And God .... what a decision.... between finally, at last, eventually ( apparently these words have attitude.. well me too so what??)
oh well back to the concert.. which too late I discovered is not a concert but a posh party organised by them. Sic!
First venue was supposed to be something described as 1920s venue where elegance and dressing up is a must.. And no... after rolling in the mud in Glasto I'm not going to a rock concert in a frock and high heels ( fuck that... i have principles)
Venue changed....I think for the worst ... heart of poshland... kings road darling.. ( now... even rock band lost their morale.. ) the place advertises itself as somewhere where the house wine is Laurent Perrier rose' ( what happened to Red Stripe?)
I will be wearing jeans if I get refused entrance... I shall join my nice friends in cosier venue..
The last message was: see you there at 10.30 I got confirmation by the MAN himself (i'm about to vomit!)
But I need to try... let's see.. I just hope I'm not going to argue with every single individual in the place..
Off I go.. laters darling...