Last Thursday I went to see the Lost Prophets play the MEN. ‘Twas an awesome show. Some of their songs are just brilliant to sing along to – Rooftops and Last Train Home take a new dimension live. Was feeling a bit depressed before I went but really enjoyed that, great night.
I went into Southport yesterday morning and was faced with a mighty dilemma. No, it wasn’t which coffee to get at Starbucks. Not even which chocolates to get Mum for her birthday. No, it was much more serious. How do you tell a girl that she has a train ticket falling out her arse pocket without essientially admitting to have been looking at her arse?