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[Mar. 12th, 2006|05:37 pm] |
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I just about gave my mum a heart attack a second ago. She puts the fish in the bath when she needs to clean it out (it sounds weird but yeah), and it was in the bath and I could hear it crashing off of the plug-chain quite a bit. So I went through and there was no water left in the bath at all, and it was lying there looking half-dead. I freaked out (I'm really attached to the fish, it's nearly six years old. And I hate the idea of things not being able to breathe) and started shouting for her while I was trying to figure out a way to save it. I think she thought I was being murdered or something, and I feel quite guilty for it now. I was really scared for the fish though! It's OK now, back in it's tank and looking quite disturbed (of course I can tell!) but otherwise good.
Catherine, saviour of water creatures.
The Osmonds were actually alright, for what they are. I can see why people like them. Crazy Horses is actually quite a good song, and the one who plays drums played a solo which to me un-drum-trained ears sounded very good for someone who is about ninety. The audience was really scary though, I've never seen a place full of people so obsessed. I'd say there were a good few people who follow their whole tour every time they come over here, and at one point the band were singing random lines from Jingle Bells or Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and the audience would finish off the song. That's power, when you can get about five hundred middle aged women to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star because they loved you in the 70s. I bet the Backstreet Boys won't get that. |
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lmao!! awww, bless, glad your fish is ok!
Wow, I applaud your bravery for being in a crowd of obsessed middle-aged women. Quite nice that they still love them that much though. Or scary, I can't decide.
People are looking at me like I'm insane now for trying to laugh with no sound... | |
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