Man she's a window licker

I hate it so much when non-foreign people that live in and around London, and have lived there for a good few years, go to London and do the tourist thing,i.e running about "lolling at everything" taking shitloads of pictures of statues and buildings and generally loitering around South Bank. And when you take enough people for it to be considered "an outing"
I cringe on your behalf, seriously. You look like a prize prick when you do that.
Its only acceptable if youre about 10 years of age and are accompanied by an adult. Don't get me wrong there's nothing wrong with two people up for a change of scenery and a leisurely stroll but theres a clearly defined difference. So I'd just like to speak on behalf of the more socially aware Londoners and beyond when I say -

Do us all a favour and stick to Lakeside.

My fuel is running low

I.Don't.Even.Know. 24/02/2009 - the official best day of my life.
I was contemplating giving up blogging all together, because no blog will ever beat this in it's life, but I can't actually be bothered to. Just like when im too lazy to go to bed. mhmm.
My blogs are boring anyway, I blog for somewhere to put pictures, easily accesible pictures. But this, this is going to be amazing. This, is.mylife. I feel like Parky should give me my red book, and it will be filled with just this one day.
Right,

Imagine.

You are one of the lucky few that get a Killers ticket thanks to your Uncle and his connections, so you round up your chummy chummy chum called Lucifer. You and Lucifer are pretty hardcore on this Killers shit. Lucifer has a canvas of Mr Flowers above her bed and everything.woah.

All is well all is well. THEN, you find out. Your most favourite band ever ever ever are supporting. The band you thought you'd never see in your life, you thought it was more possible that Tony Blair revives his love for a rock and roll and brings back his uni band to create some musical love for the Iraqis. THAT band, you feel mildly guilty for a second because youre not taking your other chummy chummy chum Lukifer because they're kind of his thing and he's the reason you love them in the first place. Excitement consumes your guilt.

But then you find out their bassist and drummer have quit :(

WorryWorryWorry, nemind. Brandon is still going to be there, which is still immensly legendary. You and Lucifer queue for roughly 4 hours, even though there wasn't much of a queue, you're behind some richer hardcores that dont seem to sleep, both days. Been queueing since 7:30 in the morning, theyre were idolised in that queue. At 630 they let you and about 15 others in.first.AND THERES THE FUCKING SUPPORT BANDS LOGO AS YOU WALK IN! ALL BIG AND GLORIOUS!! You have to keep yanking Lucifer though cos she wants to run but you'll get chucked out if you run. The sign clearly has its own gravitational pull which is effecting yous two more greatly than anyone of the other calm and collected non-college students.When you get to the from youre right on the barrier, at the point closest to the stage.Then you desperately need a wee. So does Lucifer, you both decide its not real urine, it is mere excitement urine which isnt really there. You've waited for a whole hour,and everytime someone walks on stage you go all ASDHFGJF.

Okay I have to break out of third person now. S'pissing me off.

THEN ALL THE LIGHTS WENT DOWN, AND NO ONE WAS REALLY IN THE STADIUM COS NO ONE CARED ABOUT THE SUPPORT ACT.BUT I DID.AND I WAS SO CLOSE TO THEM.AND I WAS GOING TO CRY.AND I JUST WENT ALL STILL. Then they played the new song I didnt know. THEN they played another new song I didn't know. Then they played all the ones I liked :D Every single song I liked, and I was actually going mental, I don't remember any of it, Apart from screaming. AND BRIAN WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. Doing his thing, then I think they eventually caught onto the fact that I was the only person out of this 18,000 that actually knew their songs. SO WE GOT SOME EYE CHEMISTRY GOING. Seriously, I actually melted inside, a whole lot. We were singing to eachother. Then Lucifer told me he threw his guitar pick at me but it did an epic fail and went on the floor near the security guard. Then he got on the piano, and STARTED PLAYING MY FAVOURITE SONG. AND HE WAS SINGING IT TO ME. AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. BECAUSE EVERYONE WAS LOOKING AT ME LIKE "WTF" AND I WAS SCREAMING AT HIM AND HE WAS BEAUTIFUL, IF VELVET WAS A PERSON.WOAH. Then I fell on the floor, I've never understood going weak at the knees apart from when I had that condition that meant my knees could give way at any point.LOL. But this was a defining moment in my life I can remember thinking "I can quite happily die now."

But It wasn't over, they went into paper doll, complete filth song ;D And the eye sex carried on, and Jason came over like.YO. And I was like. AHJFD, oblivious to the fact that I was the only one going mental in amongst 18,000 head bobbers. Then he threw his guitar pick again, and it rebounded of my arm :D Then they went off stage :( And my night was over, and The Killers hadn't even began.

Imagine.

Your favourite band singing your favourite song to you in front of thousands of people.

I didn't sleep for five days after.

I actually need to see them again, VVVVVVVVVVV.

But for now I have two guitar picks and perfect memories.

Louis XIV I love you and Air Traffic Control.