Sunday, 13 December 2009
L had the girls up for the yearly cack factor final party last night. For someone who saw the Smiths in the early days, was right into Nirvana and has a very good taste in music, the Killers being an exception, she really has got an unfathomable interest in such pish.
I went out for a few pints with my mate and the two of us moaned about the music, we moaned about the pubs and how they weren't like they used to be etc etc. For years people have been telling me that I'm turning into Victor Meldrew but I just didn't believe it. Unfortunately I think it may be true.
This tune was running through my head all evening.
The Rolling Stones - Waiting For A Friend.