by Patsyfox on November 5, 2009

It’s day 4 of this cold and frankly it’s shitting me.  I am on my fourth box of tissues, and my nose looks like something off Amy Winehouse’s face.  Actually my whole face does.

Despite this, I still attended the Lloyd Cole show at Thornbury Theatre tonight, having bought the tickets about 3 years ago, and gagging to relive some of my late-80s idealism (insert jaded cynical gafaw) .  Jazzed on codral “day”, I found the show a little slow – Bill Callahan is pretty much the only person I don’t find boring when solo with guitar – which leaves me in the awkward position of being home at 11.30pm and ready to rock.  Hence this post.

And here I find a sketch from the other day, and look, I’m even wiping my nose, except this one isn’t throbbing red like something off Santa’s sled.



Marisa 11.11.09 at 10:22 pm

OMG. I thought I was the only one I knew who liked Lloyd Cole.
Went to see him the last time he was here and thought the same.

Patsyfox 11.11.09 at 10:34 pm

Ha ha, not at all! Although I have to sadly say that most of the crowd were of a certain age… As for his lack of oomph, I guess I should have taken his self-deprecating jokes more seriously; after all, many a true word is spoken in jest..

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