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Harriet, no, Elliot Minor + The Mission District.

What a fun day it's been.

After what I believe was a night of no sleep, I arose from my room around 12, and cleaned my room some more. Spent about an hour trying to get my books to stay on my shelves right, but they're still constantly falling off. How persistent and annoying.

Anyway, got dressed and ready for the gig tonight, which would be Elliot Minor + The Mission District.

Had McDonald's.

Queued.

Saw David from The Mission District. He was awesome. He gave us a leaflet.

Then we were inside.

It was oh, so very hot. (Almost like there has been a heatwave recently.)

Anyway, The Mission District came on. They were awesome for many reasons, mainly for they sang awesome songs (including the best Lady Gaga/Rihanna/Michael Jackson mix you ever did hear), and they were awesome. They were also sweaty, as jumping + thrown water + bad ventilation + lots of lights was true.

Elliot Minor were on next, obviously, as they were headlining. They came on to Jessica, which somehow caused me to go from basically the back of the room to essentially the front. Which made the evening a lot more enjoyable, I must say, Played some good songs, a few new songs, maybe a few too many, but they were still very good.

Also, fun merchandise. Signed Elliot Minor poster for £5 was a bargain and is awesome. Also got David from The Mission District's signature. May go see them live in September, if I can drag my self away from Fresher's fortnight at Derby.

Then McDonald's again, but only for a drink this time.

Then we were on the Last Train Home, (Lostprophets in 2059 hours baby).

That was an experience, I must say.

So we're (Aimee, Adam and I) sitting around a table, as you do, then Calvin comes to sit with us.

And we were terrified by his speech, the self harm marks, the fact that he was smoking, was drunk, and was talking about being nice.

He also didn't believe us about Elliot Minor (or as he kept on saying, Harriet Minor), though we had three tickets, about ten flyers and a big poster.

Which scared us all. Thankfully, he left at Tame Bridge.

Then Aimee drove us home, which was nice, and now I'm finishing this blog post after having a shower to remove the sweat from my person.

Farewell!