I don’t/haven’t written much on here in what feels like months, possibly due to the increased workload I’ve been getting recently, possibly due to my awareness of the people who read this blog, possibly because I’m just stumped with regards to what I should write.
I’ve been thinking about it for a while and I’m pretty set on deactivating or, at the very least, moving to another blog. I don’t plan on letting people know what this new blog will be called or anything, purely because I don’t want people who know me in real life to read it. I would apologise but to be honest, I don’t exactly talk to many of you on here and I don’t expect anyone to miss me.
So yeah, although I may not deactivate it, this blog will no longer be in use.
Goodbye everyone,
Becky
the broken down mockingbird boy
got his wings all patched up
and he fucking flew away
Went to a Xiu Xiu gig in Shoreditch on Friday night and the creepiest fucking thing happened. One of the support bands called Trumpets of Death came on and whilst they were playing they showed this projection above them. The projection progressed from a woman emerging from this weird, cocoon-like wax mould to another woman watching a couple have sex to lesbians having oral sex whilst the original woman watched whilst masturbating. I did not go to that gig to watch a porno and it felt incredibly seedy being there. Jamie Stewart may have made up for it but I still haven’t gotten over the bizarreness of the situation.
People are hyping Reading on Facebook but the line up doesn’t look worth it at all. I’m so happy I get to go to Greenman Festival again this year. I get to see:
And there’s still two more headliners to be announced, one of which is rumoured to be Bon Iver. This summer is going to be amazing.
