Yoyo Collides

I think I’ve broken a few of my toes. My wrist, which I had x-rayed the other day (because of that rollerskating injury, nuff said), was crashed into and my ears are ringing a merry tune. But it’s ok. Sent me back to the pub days, Party to Belfast, garage rock, a whirling dervish on the dancefloor, except not as much space. My advice is, as always, don’t resist the direction of the mosh pit; you’ll just end up with an injury.

I’m babbling. And that’s how I felt at the Children Collide gig at the Corner Hotel.

Yay it was fun!