13 Jun 11
As part of my court ordered remit I have to wander around gigs and festivals with a lightweight plastic badge around my neck that proudly names me as a member of the press. Which, while of course meaning I am a vastly superior human being to you, it also means that I feel ever so slightly obligated to provide you, dearest of all readers, with tangible proof I was there via sections of text of varying length. What follows is an exclusive review conducted by Hasidic Jew-alike and dance routine legend Darwin Deez and two thirds of MiscMusic.
JT: Hey, Darwin!
Darwin: Uh, hey.
Alec: -polite wave, casual grin-
Darwin: How’s it going?
JT, Alec: Yeah, not bad, cheers.
Clearly he had very important things to be getting on with in a room where we weren’t but he did walk past us at least 4 times during the course of the evening and even flashed a smile in our direction during “Up In The Clouds”. Does that make us best friends? A strongly worded letter might well say no, but my heart screams “yes”.