So, when Meeka told me that she was going to London to see Placebo, I thought I’d go ahead and buy a ticket. Then I found out it was in London. Whilst I’m not really bothered about travelling alone, I thought it would be nicer to go with a friend, so I invited Lenny along, who loves Placebo (maybe even as much as Meeka does?).

As Lenny couldn’t afford the ticket, or anything, I offered to pay for her. I now have to buy her a whiteboard so that she can keep track of the money she owes me.

So, after a few weeks of crazy planning, we finally got it sorted.

Lenny had to be back in Exeter the following day for a rather important French exam, so it resulted in us having to leave the venue in London, get the train to Sailsbury, have her Mum pick us up and drive us to her home somewhere in Dorset, then catch the early train into Exeter this morning. It was entertaining, and an experience, to say the least.

We didn’t have any problems with trains or tubes, which was good. However, I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many people fall over in one place before. I counted at least four people fall over during my short visit to London. Crazy!

We finally got to the venue, shortly after me betraying the common stereotype of men never asking for directions, and met up with Meeka and her sister.

I’ll spare the gory details (wink), but Placebo put on a pretty damn good show. However, their support band, The Officers, were actually the most fucking appauling thing I’ve ever heard and seen, ever, and it seemed the rest of the crowd thought so too.

Unfortunately the sound team weren’t the greatest. You can tell that when the band starts playing a song you know quite well, and the levels are all off. Placebo’s new album is a bit samey, to be honest, but they did play a fair few of their old songs. I was so happy when they played The Bitter End; the song that got me into Placebo (thanks Shell!).

I decided against taking any valuables with me, so I didn’t get any pictures or anything. The lighting wasn’t great anyway, so quality of photgraphs wouldn’t be anything to brag about.

Lenny and I planned to get very drunk, however, that plan was shattered when I went to the bar with her and ordered two malibu and cokes, and a vodka and red bull.

“That’ll be £14.20″.

How much!? If I’d known it was going to cost that much, I would have gotten charged for being drunk and disorderly outside the venue.

Anyway, all in all it was an excellent night. I really didn’t want to leave; standning there next to Meeka, who I’ve known for the best part of two years, thinking “I can’t believe you’re in my arms, not 300 miles away in another country.” and “I can’t believe I met you in a video game”.

When I got back to Exeter it seemed that someone had painted everything grey, and everything just seems the same.

I’m determinded to go to Ireland as soon as possible, now.