15th May 2019. O2 Indigo Arena, London. Hollywood Babble-on. I have been a big fan of Kevin Smith for many, many years. Since the late 90s. Kevin Smith is a director, writer, producer, presenter and probably alot more. A great down to earth bloke and completely honest man who wouldn't say boo to a goose. But would definitely have your back as long as there would be a joint involved. So when I found out he was coming to England, on a tour. I snapped up the tickets straight away. Originally he was going on stage at the Hammersmith Apollo in London. But was changed to the Indigo theatre at the O2 Arena. Lucky for me as I somehow lost the original tickets and I was sent new ones. We arrived a couple of hours early and had to wonder around for a little while. We found something to amuse ourselves for a few minutes with a chair. Not just any chair though. The Throne from Game of Thrones. So after a f...
A couple of weeks ago I turned 40... I am scared in the fact I am one year closer to death. I don't want to die. I am not scared of going to hell or anything religious, I am an Atheist. I am scared of the nothing. I know I will be dead and I will not notice or feel anything. But that's the whole point. The Nothing. Not existing. Not doing anything for the rest of eternity. This seriously freaks me out. So scientist, hurry the fuck up and make us immortal already! The next best thing to do is to try and immortalise myself in another medium. I have chosen blogging. I was thinking maybe motovlogging, but I am too shy and lazy to spend my life doing that and besides I don't ride enough to justify a vlog. I also don't like the sound of my own voice. So here I am, behind a keyboard. Writing my thoughts down. Fair enough my words won't effect the world in a big way or in any way. But if it could help any body, in a real way. I will be happy with that....
So I made it through hell. It's been a few days since my Boyzone experience. So I thought I would let you know how it went. Thursday the 7th of February 2019. Started like any other day, except we had to go out. We got a call from my father in-law, giving us the bad news that he was too ill to take us to the O2. As usual the wife got a bit panicky. But the solution was easy. We would take public transport. We could have gone down on the Jennifer, my motorcycle. But the wife had injured her wrist and didn't want to make it worst. So that's what we did. The wife doesn't like using public transport. It's more to do with not knowing where she is going and any little indication of being lost turns her into an unstable panic monster and nothing will calm her down. So yours truly being there, she was in safe hands. We arrived at the O2 and we made our way to the Merchandise shop where the wife spent the usual stupids...
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