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Queen Adreena seem to be starting a quite extensive tour on Wednesday in Leeds. Then Manchester, Liverpool, Edinburgh, Aberdeen, Newcastle, Burnley, Coventry, Colchester, Peterborough, Chelmsford, Milton Keynes, Gloucester, Cardiff, Swansea, Portsmouth, Nottingham, Dudley, Shrewsbury, Leicester, Brighton, London, Oxford and Harlow. I'd give you the dates, but I can't cut and paste from their fuckwitted flash-only webshite.

Of course, a 24-date UK tour wasn't as unusual way back when. These days it's often half a dozen gigs in the south and midlands. Nice to see that someone's still prepared to put the hours in.

The Observer's got extracts from Cobain's diaries in the mag today. It includes my favourite quotation - the one I'm tempted to put in big bright bold letters on a shirt or jacket to wear to a rock club.

I WOULD ONLY WEAR A TIE DYED T SHIRT IF IT WERE DYED WITH THE URINE OF PHIL COLLINS AND THE BLOOD OF JERRY GARCIA.

The wrong people die young.

Friday was the pub. Sarah the Pilot was there, and I arranged to meet her at the airfield sometime during Saturday afternoon to go gliding again. After I got home, just after midnight, I got a mail from her saying that I shouldn't bother because Pyro had just successfully roped her into another all-night drinking session. He later denied responsibility.

So instead I went to the KSR again to shoot some pool with

grahamb. I won a respectable proportion of the games and chatted to various people as they turned up, including

eviltwinemma and her cousin. Later I sloped off home for a bite to eat and then went back to the KSR for the Metal Hamster tour that the Rocksoc were putting on. The first band were Flick. Some poeple admired the way they mixed styles and were obviously enthusiastic about what they were doing. I didn't think much of it worled and the vocalist should either be comprehensible or vocally impressive. YPYMYTYC. They may go interesting places in time. Second was Bardo, a three-piece punkish outfit from (I think) London. Now, my first reaction when I see that a band has a pretty blonde in a short clingy dress on bass is not actually a good one. When I realise she can't sing, it doesn't get better. My impression of them improved, though, when I realised that the stringy bloke on guitar can't sing either, but neither of them's going to let that get in the way. They hollered their way through the songs in a moderately pleasing way. They could have done with a bit more energy, though.

The third band were Throat, who're from Larne and have apparently been working with Andy Cairns recently. They're a confident bunch playing what's probably fairly mainstream hard rock these days. Not bad. Finally, the headliners, the Pornorphans. They're from Finland, they've got a Scandiwegian sex goddess in a tiny skirt on vocals and they play, as far as I could tell, pop-metal. Have I mentioned that Queen Adreena are touring soon?

After baling, I went over to my friend Chris' place for his housewarming. Several friends I wasn't expecting to see had turned up (Jane McKie, Judith and Dr Mr Paul Blair,

swisstone), and the only person I had assumed would actually be there (Judy S) wasn't, so I'll have to mail her at some point and see what she's up to. People were cheery, odd stories were swapped, I met at least one friend-of-friend that I have been assumed already to know, and Tony was being cryptic about something.

And then I went home to bed and got about 5 hours' sleep. Today I've been reading the paper. After that I'll tidy up, do some washing and hopefully finish the Brookmyre.

The end.

PS - the Grauniad's website doesn't like Opera, but at least they have the decency to apologise for it. Something to do with cookie-handling, apparently, and they're working on it.