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Tuesday 13th May 2003

Going into work this morning was a horrifically depressing experience, my senses mutely crumpling in despair when woken by the fucking builders across the street at 6 in the morning, and still not recovered.
It is amazing how quickly office existence can trample over all the good that a recent weekend has done. Lamb on Friday night, at Brixton academy, were outstanding and uplifting, as always. Even some narky bitch in the crowd during their last tune, Cotton Wool, couldn't destroy my good mood. I can't wait to see them at Glastonbury (here's hoping they make it). Then on Saturday an equally excellent gig at the Astoria, where Blur were great, the songs from Think Tank sounding twice as good as they do on the album - and my only gripe about Graham not being there was no Coffee and TV.
Then back to cramming anything individual into the grim and rushed mornings, or the speedily receding hours before sleep. Is it any surprise that people come up with this or this every now and again?
Or perhaps it's more to do with watching a repeat of This Life on Sunday night, which finished with a jubilant Egg, swigging champagne, laughing Bollocks to the Law.

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