Valentine Schmalentine

Evening to all.
On Wednesday, I went to Leeds Metropolitan University (or Leeds Met for lazy people) to see Bowling For Soup, Wheatus, Son Of Dork (ahem!) and Army Of Freshmen, or collectivley, The Get Happy Tour. On top of that, I got to meet said bands after the show. Although Weatus had pneumonia, so didn't play or meet us after the show. Never mind.

Wednesday began like most Wednesdays, in a bed (more often than not, my bed. Ok, always my bed), with the sun beating through the window, waking me up precisely 2 minutes before my alarm goes off. (Ok, so the sun doesn't usually 'beat' down, more of a 'ah feck it, they can see, why get any brighter'. And my blind is broken. Again.) Except this Wednsday happened to be St. Valentine's Day (was he a saint? Or did I make that up?) Big Woop. After ambling downstairs, seeing that the only form of post just inside the front door was from kebab shops and letters to the guy who used to live here telling him he owes 02 loads of money, I shuffled into the kitchen, poured a bowl of cereal, realised the milk was at least a week out of date, binned cereal, poured glass of delicious (hmmm.....) Pear & Blackberry squash, drunk squash, realised i was wearing only my boxers, then shuffled back up to bed. Decided i couldn't be arsed with more sleep, engaged in some online Valentine's banter with online friends, went to "The Range". came back, wished people a happy valentines day, went to gig.

Now, I say 'went to gig', what i actually meant was, 'follow really shit directions to place i've never been in Leeds, get totally lost, only just m,ake it, leaving parent driving around Leeds trying to find somewhere to park'. Honestly, the directions we got (off the website of a reputable directions giving and breakdown assistance company) were what can only be described as a perfectly useless waste of a small tree. "Enter the gyratory system" Gyratory? What, we have to shake our booty and generally gyrate a bit now do we? "And the traffic signals, turn left" Ok, we're at the traffic signals. However, if we turn left here, we'll have an accident, and probably cause quite a bit of damage to this building. "At the square, keep going forwards, then turn right" What square? Forwards? What do you think we were doing, driving sideways? Turn right? Down what, the pavement? Anyway, after going the wrong way, then going the wrong way coming back from going the wrong way, then going what we thought was the right way but was actually the wrong way, we asked a taxi driver. Who sent us the wrong way. Again. We EVENTUALLY saw the only sign we'd seen for the university, and decided to bail out and go on foot. After finding the queue, queuing, getting in, seeing Wheatus weren't playing, listening to Sim stating the obvious. I decided a drink was in order. Apparently you need to have 18+ written on your hand to get a drink, so i found some bloke with a stamper to check my age and stamp my hand. For some reason everyone else got their hand stamped, then proceeded to buy lemonade. Hang on folks, last time I checked, lemonade was totally alcohol free. In fact, i'd go as far as saying that my desk contains more alcohol. And the fact that you all had decided not to drink alcohol for a week (and also decided not to inform me about this), so WHY BOTHER GETTING YOUR HAND STAMPED? Anyway, had fun at the gig, had fun meeting the bands, then had fun sleeping when i got home.

I found a 10 Euro Note about a month ago, and all it has been doing is clogging up my wallet, sitting there pretending to be a tenner and making me look like a right arse when I've been in shops. Now, anyone else would have found a ten pound note, and would have spent it by now. But me, oh no, I find a perfectly useless 10 Euro note, which I can only spend in Europe or Ireland (which will cost me more than the denomination of the note to get to to spend it). I can't chnage it anywhere becuase they all want about 84% commision, leaving me with precisely 48p (maybe). Will someone buy this stupid note off me?! (I believe £7 is the going rate)