*yawn*
2 hours sleep and Lisa, Pie, Chloe and I are awake again... It is 4am *major sad face* tiredness does funny things to you.
Up, dressed and sneak out of the hotel like cat burglers in the night (unsure if we managed to NOT wake everyone) and off we trot into the snow. Walking the cold, dark streets of Brighton, trying to find the carpark is definitely not how I imagined the start of my day and especially not at 5am.
All 4 of us loaded into a very oddly named car (snot) and off we go on our morning drive to London's O2 in the hope we get there in time to be numbered (kind of like cattle).
Brrr it's cold here in London (even for someone from Scotland) could be the lack of sleep and there is even a dusting of snow. Not enough to disrupt a flower, nevermind a city, but somehow it manages to cause delays to the metro... Strange.
Park the car at a sainsbury's and a short bus journey with Miki leading the way and we arrive at the O2... Not bad. It is actually an impressive venue to look at. I'm sure the inside looks equally amazing.
Numbered wristbands on and into starbucks we go. Venti English Breakfast... Nom nom nom and 30 minutes later, we walk round to the entrance where we shall spend the next 8 or so hours getting acquainted with a cold, hard floor. There are already a few people there, not many though... Phew!
Lisa and I leave everyone and take a journey back to the car for the sleeping bags and blankets and when we get back, starbucks and time to once again settle down for a while on the cold, cold venue concourse floor. This is beginning to feel a lot more comfortable than it should... I've been doing this way too long now.
Hours have passed and suddenly it's time. Everybody is up, standing and anxious. How convenient we were numbered because now we are lined up like cattle. It almost looks like we are ready to be sold or culled... Not sure I'd prefer either one of those.
Doors open... Ruuuuuun without running of course (not as hard as you'd think, just takes practise and the blood of an african cat) now guess where I am... Barrier of course!
It begins:
Funeral Party - la la la and a song about New York
Enter Shikari - Destabalize, Juggernauts and other songs I have difficulty remembering.
The lights go down and there is the distinct sound of Monks and Wham!
The Hurricane video (censored) kicks in. We all watch with eyes glued to the O2's big screens. Motorbikes, rabbits, gimps, naked flesh and SMACK... Jared goes down and into a coffin... NICE! More fighting, running and moderate porn and all is well... Pretty good video really! (Not a patch on the AWOL This is War video I'm sure)
Everyone is screaming their heads off with the expectation that the band will appear on stage at the end of the video... Lights come up, nothing! Hundreds of girls look confused and a little teary eyed.
10 minutes and lights go down... It's here!
Mars Setlist:
Escape
Night Of The Hunter
A Beautiful Lie
Attack
Search and Destroy
Vox Populi
This is War + 100 Suns
Closer to the Edge
L490
From Yesterday (Acoustic)
Alibi (Acoustic)
[Typical Jared Chit Chat]
Bad Romance (Acoustic)
The Kill (part acoustic)
The Fantasy
Hurricane
Kings and Queens
Wow, the O2 totally kicked ass! How impressive it looked with all the phone lights. It must have been beautiful from the stage.
What to say that follows the O2? And that explains just how good that was... Epic? Hahaha no! That word doesn't mean anything to the masses. More like outstanding, insane and absolutely carnivorous. (Yup, I have no idea what that means when it comes to a concert but it works in my head and therefore here... Deal with it!)
Off now to find the hotel, only a 20 minute drive and oh dear, doesn't look like much sleep again. Lisa leaves to drive a few others home and I wait up for here to make sure she gets into the room.
2 hours later and only 20minutes of dozing off and I'm worried about Lisa, she hasn't returned. Blackberry message, tweets... Nothing. Suddenly a phone call, she's outside.
So after getting ready again, picking up Alex and manoeuvring our way through the streets of London, off we all go on our way to Birmingham. This lack of sleep is becoming a habit and also slightly ridiculous. Lisa had none and I had 20 minutes and we're the ones in control (Lisa at the wheel and I at the Sat Nav hehe) *yawns*
See you in Birmingham
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