Having become a pariah at work, cheer yourself up by going to see Portishead in concert.
If the notion of cheering yourself up by going to see Portishead in concert sounds oxymoronic, don’t worry. Simply arrive at the Hammersmith Apollo, have a cataclysmic row with your long-term girlfriend, and storm out of the dress circle five minutes before Beth Gibbons walks on stage. Then go home, drink half a bottle of Scotch, and plunge a rusty nail into your jugular vein.
That’ll put a smile on your face, of the rictus variety.
April 11, 2008 at 10:40 am
I went to see Lalo Schifrin and had a marvellous time.
Hope that helps.
April 11, 2008 at 11:04 am
Sod the nail, I’m going for a bullitt in the head
April 11, 2008 at 11:13 am
My summing up goes, “…has come back refreshed after a winter break.”
April 11, 2008 at 11:28 am
actually, that sounds far preferable to going to a portishead concert …
April 11, 2008 at 11:34 am
Ah well, only waited 10 years to see them.