Im going to spend a romatic evening with BF in a shitty church hall, listening to junior Rock Gods doin' their thang. A couple of BFs star pupils are "like, in a band, yeh" and we get to go see em in our capacty of "Mr GuitarteechDude" and "Miss Bends-Over-a-Bit-too-Much-In-front-of-teenage-Boys". I will wear something astonishingly tartylishious and see if any of em actually explode with hormone-rush.
Jealous? You ARE SO!
Will finish off the Celeb thing the morra.