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I've just been to an unexpected gig to see my cousin Stevie's band, Over and Out.

We checked my MySpace over dinner, at about 18.35 and were at the venue - remember that one at the end of my road? - within fifteen minutes.

While we were there, we discovered a band called Out of Sight. Their singer, Jake, is lovely - they sound like Spitalfield with a very young Patrick on vocals. You should definitely check them out.

We also discovered that at least two members of Over and Out live in the street that runs parallel to ours, which is really weird.

It was a surprisingly good day, today. We had a shit ton of fun. And we think Matte needs to come and live in Brighton, for serious.

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I forgot to mention this, yesterday, but you know how I'm twenty-six (26, right?) in five weeks time?

Yesterday I got ID'd in Waitrose... while buying root beer.

Two things: ROOT BEER IS A SOFT DRINK! And also: TWENTY-FUCKING-SIX. What the shit, world? I was carded last year, at twenty-four, for a tattoo. Almost eighteen months later I'm being carded for NON-ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES.

WHAT THE FUCK, WORLD?

I am not that baby-faced.