Nightwish and School

Though perhaps maybe just in that order.

First port of call, is school.
That's rhyme, in time.
Couplets they be,
Not a buzzing bee,
'cos that would be silly
Much like my mate Billy

And thus endeth poetry time... since I have a lime.

I wonder if i could do a whole post with rhyming pairs? It would get some stares... Sexual gnomes, flying homes.

Ok shush now... you silly cow
SHUT UP!!! Or i'll hit you with this cup....
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OK, school is going all good and well, though thats no thanks to the new bell. It's more like a concentration camp, complete with siren and lamp.When photobucket starts being nice, photos will grace your sights. Ah, hang about, i'll sort this out.
Ok, here's what the new bell should have looked like, by architect William Pike:

And this is what it is now, due to the school board cows...

Curse them all. Them and this wall...
*shuts up with the rhymes*
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So, with school being routinely cool, there couldn't be anything better or more cool to do with myself could there? Could there? COULD THERE?!! Well, only my engagement to view those cats of crazy finnish metal tunage Nightwish, doing what they do best by plucking away at their instruments with deft precision.

I left my house at 1pm with mother in order to make haste to'ard Denmark Hill, wher i spent a rather pleasant 3 hours in the company of Sarah, Sophie, my mother, a homemade pack of cards and a crazy woman. Sarah, having been incarcerated at a hospital psychiatric ward hodling centre was rather rightly pissed off at being stuck there for no good reason, and tried to pursuade the staff in charge to allow her to go to the Nightwish concert later, but was met with irritating refusal and wandering eyes (which only i noticed, apparantly). So we retired and played cards for a bit, until another staff member came to the door and asked, very suspiciously if we knew a girl who claimed to be called Sophie. When we replied that we indeed did know her, her let her in, and she joined our game, until I was led away by my mother. I stopped off in tesco and gathered much needed credit, before I finally got home, showered and changed, then set off to West Wickham station, where I met Jon Rob and Dan

I saw a rather interesting poster about an arson on the Hayes line train, which was rather scary, but nevertheless, after some offshowing of the robes clad upon sith lords, we boarded our train and set sail for Charing Cross. The journey consisted of much tomfoolery with Jon's Mr T sound thingy, and some crazyness with pictures once dave arrived:


Dave and Dan looking particularly swish there

Rob and Jon looking very excited. Rob was in fact so excited, he decided to climb upon Dave Dan and Jon, much to the consternation of Dan and Jon, though Dave seemed thoroughly aroused

I, of course, remained exceptionally cool throughout all this

Anyway, we eventually reached Charing X, where we snuck up on Helen and Lewis. I phoned to see if Sarah was on her way yet, and after finding she wasn't, made sure she knew what the plan was. With all in tow we set off on the district line to'ard Victoria, to see if Sarah could get there. She suggested we go on ahead to the venue, and leave her ticket at the gate so she could get in later. We got back on the tube, and set off for Hammersmith, for such was our destination



Curse the tube for low light and shaking cameras. Eventually we got to the station and met up with Nick, and after some umming and aaaing we left to find the Apollo. Twas easy really, we just followed the goths. The sky was getting dark, and started to look rather cool

We passed several people in Nightwish shirts and other such goth apparel, and also some vagrants selling tickets, most likely for extortionate prices. Eventually however, we rached our destination, marked by the marquee that stated it so:

After about a 5 hour walk, we reached the end of the queue to get in. It was a LONG queue, it turned 3 corners... Anyway, the time seemed right to break out the sith robes, which eventually turned into Dave being transformed into a Jawa

Eventually, the queue moved around the first corner, and I was able to get a photo of the true scale of it's length

Imagine that, doubled... Surprised it moved so quickly. Anyway, we finally got in, after having our bags checked and our bottled decapped. We went in, and immediatly we could feel the floor, our and our lungs vibrating to the hefty sound of support act Paradise Lost, who were rambling on about doing something else they died in a big scary voice (though the only thing scary about them was the volume). They started off blue:

and finished up red:

Anyway, they left the stage, and the house ligts came up and i could see the true spectacle that is the hammersmith apollo. And a very nice place it is too. Very big, which could only help. THe whole group looked excited at the coming spectacle that awaited us:


Eventually, someone must have decided that we were no longer privy to the sight of the roadies dismantling the Paradise Lost drum kit, so they dropped.... THE SAFETY CURTAIN!!!

Two men then converted to another religion simply to worship this fine apparition, gazing at it with a sense of masssive awe and wonder:

We eventually got bored of this however, though it had gotten the biggest cheer yet. Lewis handed out some of his recently bought cookie

However, the magic moment arrived, the Safety curtian left, and after a bit of a light show and some strange intro music, the opening chatter of Dark Chest of Wonders started, and the show began.

And OHMIGOSH it was good. Some random photos, just so you get the idea. And ALL blurred!!!




At some point, Tarja left the stage in the capable hands of 'the 4 finest examples of finnish manhood'. So there you go. They played a rather neat version of a pink floyd song which I shall attempt to find to make the comparison.

Tarja got her own back later, keeping the entire stage to herself to sing thier own 'Kuolema Tekee Taiteilijan', which was a little dull with the effects, but damn good to listen too. Plus, i was probably the only one singing alnog, must to the annoyance of Lewis


However, as all good things must, after a few hours they departed the stage... only to return for a rendition of the 10 minutes long orgasm fest that is Ghost Love Score, which is OH SO FECKING GOOD. And even had some snow for good effect

And then finally Wish I Had An Angel, which caused all in the stands to ignore some regulation or other by getting on their feet and rocking out rather nicely

And so, nightwish departed for the night, amid cheers and vast applause:

And with a final bow, they left us to make our way home in the london night

(SO irritated that that guys head got in the way..)
Final Nightwish Set List:

1. Dark Chest Of Wonders
2. Planet Hell.
3. Ever Dream
4. Kinslayer. HELL YES!!!
5. Phantom Of The Opera
6. The Siren. YES!! OH GOD YES!!!
7. Sleeping Sun
8. High Hopes
9. Bless The Child
10. Wishmaster. YES!!
11. Slaying the Dreamer
12. Kuolema Tekee Taiteilijan
13. Nemo. Still don't know why Helen didn't get it instantly...
    
14. Ghost Love Score. HOLY GOD IN HEAVEN YES YES YES YES!!!
15. Wish I Had An Angel
    

We eventually emerged out into the cold outside, though we lost Rob and nick in the crush, so we stood outside the station and awaited them

When indeed we found them ,we got on the tube, only to find some ill person had shut down the entire line somehow. So, we had a massive amout of detours to navigate around, eventuially reaching Victoria at 2345. We were forced to wait for about 40 minutes for the next train, which was probably the last one running. We ate some food, rob opting for a really not nice McChicken Sandwich, which probably was the reason he wasnt i the next day

On the train, we discussed the kickassness of the evening, while I finally wrapped up in my robes, to keep warm for the journey home...


Night
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