(Oooh, sounds a bit like a dirty novel title)

Totally worth hurting my neck for. Best (and sweatiest) night ever, a ton better than The Subways were (and they were great but that was months ago).

My neck is so ****ing sore from headbanging and Im finding it difficult to walk due to all the jumping and standing on the person behind me's Converses all night. We got an awesome view near the back where we could see practically everything.

Tyson Ritter is a goddamn prophet (and my friend Chelsea wants his ring and babies). Their set was intense and the in-between talk banter was awesome. Of course they did save "Move Along" and "The Last Song" til the end of the set when I had run out of energy to jump (shame seeing as they're like my favourite two) but the whole night just blew me away. Even the supporting acts were pretty cool (and they usually suck)

Dissapointed that I didnt buy a T-shirt though ... =(. Stoopid me only taking £5 with me. That bit wasnt good, wish Id got one now.

So yeah to sum up this blog, there's nothing like spending a night drenched in the sweat of yourself, your mates and total strangers if the All-American Rejects are there throwing water at people and rocking the **** out of Birmingham.
=)=)=)=)=)


Also, thank god Patsy Kensit's left Emmerdale. Good episode on Thursday. Nothing more, nothing less.