Tuesday, November 15, 2005
The International Language Of Screaming
So here we are... All set to leave on a jet plane. Except i'm actually stood on a train platform in North London, as the British transport system deals me one final (please!) insult before i escape. Joy. Perhaps the diet of jittery rock n roll being served up by my mp3 player isn't the best thing for my nerves, but it's hard to argue with the Von Bondies, Bloc Party and the Super Furries at 7am.