by bronz » May 20th, '07, 17:31
Well I've just crawled back home, a full 29 hours after I left. What an afternoon/evening/night though eh?! I almost felt sorry for the poor people sat near us at various points, but when the lesbian's (who were a rugby team by the way) started singing a song that went something along the lines of "I'd rather break my toes than go with guys," I felt they deserved all they got.
Having seen Electric Touch in action and heard the fantastic rationalising from the lay peeps as to how the effects worked ("He's just using your aura, you feel it if you push your hands together") I'm definitely gonna be picking one up at some point in the future when I have some cash. Which after yesterday will be quite a while, it's amazing how you can still haemorrhage cash in a pub where a round costs £8 innit.
The artist who does not rise, descends.