as much as i love radiohead (and judging by my past blog posts i really do love them) they do wind me up when they do things like announce tiny little gigs at record shops about 2 minutes away from where i work, but on the day of the gig so i cant arrange to get the time off and go and queue. i don't mind sitting on the curb for 8 hours. i could take supplies. read a book. generally watch the world go by wait with excitement for something that has been a bit of a pipe dream since i first bought pablo honey all those bloody years ago.
but only if i can get the day off work. goddamn.
i hope my friend michael hasn't given up waiting. he was 5th in line and so pretty much guarrenteed to get in. lucky bugger.
one of these days ill get my turn. i hope.