May contain a heavy dose of Jim Kerr
I could start with the whole personal account with the logistics of getting to the gig, etc…but it is actually too horrendous to go over it all. Put it this way…all the trepidation I was feeling about going was being made manifest. So…let’s skip all that. I met up with Ally Scott and her husband…
I feel sick. Nauseous. Like I do with anything that just fills me with fear and trepidation. Job interviews…dealing with government departments…”adulting”, basically. Today feels like I need to “adult”. It doesn’t feel like a time for letting my hair down and having some fun. It feels like…I am going to my death. It feels…
I posted this as a comment on SMO…then took it away minutes later. I dunno… Hell, what’s the point any more? I feel… scared. And FUCK I AM SO SICK OF FEELING SCARED! *cries* He used to make me feel braver than I ever thought I could feel…
Purely because – needs must. My friend has travelled some 12,000 miles from Australia, and her schedule is VERY tight. If I am to meet her – and I *WANT* to meet her! (I HAVE to meet her!) – then…the Maidstone gig is on! For the sake of beautiful Ally, I will bring the sun…