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The morning after the night before

Last night was odd, perhaps not in a good way. It was the Camden Palace gig (Sulpher, In The Nursery, VNV Nation).

I think I enjoyed it, but...

It was one of those nights where a succession of small events added up and slowly tipped me over the edge from perky to maudlin. Some of my friends were obviously having a bad time, for reasons they didn't really talk about - and altogether too many people were being too happy and soppy at/around me (including a couple I'd rather have avoided altogether), to the point where a bucket of cold water would have been useful. Not their fault, and if I was in their situation I'd probably have been just the same. But I wasn't, and I was in a strange mood anyway.

Aside from anything else, I think it's a bit unsettling to see VNV, with their military themes and imagery ("all that's left now is victory, whatever the cost") on the first 'real' day of the war.

Plus I did quite a catastrophically good job of losing people - notably Dimitri (although we found him again at the end), Marc Elston, Simon and imago (I've still got those CDs for you, btw).

Other LJers in attendance included araqnid, kitty_goth (although I didn't spot him until we'd left the venue...) and probably a few other uk_goffs members, as I think I glimpsed a few in passing...

The punchline, of course, was that the gig finished at 11:30. Sunday gigs in Camden (or, at least, the ones that promoters like Neon and Uncle Nemesis run...) normally finish at 10:30. This might be because the tube is no longer running southbound at 11:30. Grrr. As a result, it took us an hour (and £25!) to get a taxi out to the depths of Zone 4 so that we could get back to doug's car. I eventually got home at 3:30. I'm not going to be terribly conscious today.