Wednesday, 29 June 2005
Blog = Crack
I'm grabbing some time at Marie's PC while she's out and blogging a little as I'm addicted to the sensation of posting spiel.
The train journey to Notts on Sunday was hellish, I spent most of it sat on the floor in the vestibule of the train watching a young couple play Top Trumps: Star Wars but it was worth it to catch up with the beautiful Marie when I arrived in my home town.
Today we were in South Tyneside, an area of the UK around Newcastle, Sunderland and South Shields perfroming Thick as Thieves to 30 young offenders in a grimey community centre. The show went down like a rotting dogs arse offered to you as a starter before a main course of human flesh. The "workshop" afterwards (I've put it in quotation marks as it was a half arsed excuse for a workshop) was thankfully reduced to a 20 minute chat with the young people who frankly couldn't be arsed to chat back.
At times like these you feel like screaming and shouting about how their life is in their hands and how they can be whatever they want but instead they'll end up filling in the form that's been perscribed them as working class people living in poverty in modern Britain.
But you don't scream, you just finish the "workshop" and pack the van and go home.
Tomorrow is the last show ever of Thick as Thieves, in Mark's house in Netherfield, where it all began in 2002. It's bascially a massive party and will be a great craic. I'll try and keep you posted on that.
Peace and I'm out!