Fried my little brains !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Two Fridays ago; Friday 3rd June to be precise. I haven't committed myself to internet scribbles in a fortnight or so and my withdrawal symptoms have become irritating so this would not be a more suitable time to spew all the highs and hysteria of gawping at the Kills at the good ol' Roundhouse. Alison pranced around the stage like a deranged marionette and Mr Hince rattled away on guitar, ever so often exerting orgasmic vowels and joining in on the odd verse.

I often detest those brain dead robots who flash their iPhones and Blackberries gigs but this is the 21st century we live in and I could not resist ensnaring my personal precious picture and possessing my very own universal reproduction of my two sweethearts so I too could get on the bandwagon.

How original ;-)

 

Alison !!! (yes I know the quality is awful)

Mr Kate Moss (the spitting image of my girlfriend's father...)

Forgot to mention that they had the most "aesthetically pleasing" leopard print background to their set, which kept erratically switching colours by the decibel. There was also a mega French crowd and hipsters every square metre, but that was excepted.

Cat Eyes supported. They're nice.

(new additions to Miss Maggie's iPod family)