I went to see Daniel Kitson but the heat had absolutely drained my by his 9pm start time, and i could barely muster a smile let alone a genuine laugh. And he rambled, a lot. Which saw me curled up in my seat, eyes closed and almost dozing for the last... oh... hour or so of the show. Good thing I was sitting at the back. I feel bad that I was being a lousy audience member, not to mention the fact that I ripped myself off 25 bucks. I respected what he (eventually) had to say though. He made some good points. If only I could remember them.
But on the bright side I did get to go and see the wall art and vintage guitars exhibition. I picked out a Les Paul all by myself, without Tannon's help! God bless Paul Banks haha.
Oh and the picture at the top is just in my collection of ripped-off images from various sites, I think I got it from Domino Mag a while ago... I just thought that this whingy post needed to be prettied up a bit. I like animals with antlers.