Friday, 20 March 2015

Friendship Report: Spring is Here!

Dear Readers,

So last Sunday I was fortunate enough to catch Papa Roach perform at the Manchester Academy along with Coldrain, who I had never heard of, and also The One Hundred, who I had also never heard of. I didn't originally know about the two opening acts, I just thought it was going to be a Papa Roach gig, but nobody tells me anything. I'm not complaining, it meant there was more Nu Metal for me to bounce around to.

If you think I'm stupid for not knowing about the other two bands, it's because I didn't pay for the tickets, Nathan received two for his 18th Birthday and decided he'd take me. Naturally I wasn't going to say no, I quite like Papa Roach, and I also enjoyed the two opening acts, even though I hadn't heard a single song by them before.

I will be honest, I didn't know the majority of Papa Roach's setlist either, I like them, but I don't strictly listen to them. I only knew six songs from their set, but even so, that didn't stop me from throwing the horns and jumping around like an idiot, praying that I didn't land on the toes of the young girl in Converse standing behind me, I was wearing heavy boots. Thankfully that girl swapped places with her friend who was also wearing heavy boots, and I was able to stop caring, but she decided to apologise to me and Nathan after pretty much every song because she kept jumping on us.

It is safe to say I had a lot of fun at that gig, I even made a friend while standing in the queue, an hour before we were let inside. His name was Dean, but I didn't find out his name until a good thirty minutes after the concert had finished, we were mates for a good four hours before we all exchanged names, Just goes to show that you don't a name to have a friend.

Naturally after the gig was over, me and Nathan walked back to the hotel (which was about a forty minute walk from the venue), we dropped ourselves onto the bed and just shut down. Only to be woken up again a few minutes later when my phone went off, I received a text with some very good news.

Things got a little bit silly on Monday, they day after the gig and me and Nath ended up checking out of the hotel at a quarter to eight in the morning, so we could catch the coach from Manchester to Hanley in order for me to make it to college in time. That was a pretty stupid idea, it didn't help that I was only in college for twenty minutes that day.

Onto that text, the text I received informed me that I had become an uncle, and on Tuesday I went up to meet my little nephew. He was forty-six hours old when i met him, his skin was red and his head was big, clearly taking after his father there. His name is Henry, Henry Geoffrey Booth, named after all the great Henry's throughout history, including the granddad I never knew.

It's a strange thing to see me brother as a father, I can't help but think of him as that happy idiot parading around the house with a guitar slung across him, he couldn't play anything on it, but he loved the feel of it. It's strange to see how people change throughout there lives, but now I'm dreading my Facebook feed, which is already full of too many babies/young children (a lot of my friends have kids).

On a completely different note, welcome to Spring, it's that time of year when you get to go for a nice run around the park only to find yourself witnessing duck gang-rape (or is that just in Stoke-on-Trent?) So here's a nice Spring song for you to enjoy, an old favourite of mine, and not a song you should sing at an audition for a school play.

On top of that, we were also welcomed into the new season with a solar eclipse AND a super moon, and prior to that we had two months in a row that gave us a Friday the 13th. 2015 has been a very interesting year to say the least, if we're fortunate it will remain an interesting year, and we can tell the future generations about the wonders of 2015.

- George "Kitty" Booth

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