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2004-05-07..4:32 p.m. Today I�ve been trying to work up the energy to actually write something coherent about SEEING Franz Ferdinand, but I can�t. That said, they were fucking fantastic. Alex Wotzit kept breaking into little giggles while trying to sing because the audience was already one step ahead.. it was rather like he�d looked at his fame for the first time and thought, Fucking hell! And then couldn�t stop thinking Fucking hell! every time he looked down at that swarm of people and thinking, Fucking hell! just kept making him giggle. It was lovely and mesmerising and breathtaking. I felt rather like I�ve had an aural orgasm. And now I keep rather wishing I could make those do-do-doop do-do-doop do-do-doop noises with the sprinkly finger effects as per Garth and Wayne and go back to a time just before the glory of franz and his ferdinand were indulged, and I was just a fairly dolled up wee broad with an inability to stop herself shaking people by the arm and squealing shrilly FRANZ FERDINAND!!!! le sigh le purr le meow I�m a very tired kitten prev ~ nexthello and goodbye - 16.02.07 like lightning in the morning - 19.06.06 knob-end loser - 12.06.06 don't get the wine part I - 10.06.06 a blurb is a blurb is a blurb - 07.06.06
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