Had to check up on the Second City last weekend. Don't worry, it's still there (which is a tenuous description for the train service - although "still there" might be apt for the train we were due to get) and it's got its Christmas on. The Birmingham Christmas markets are insane. Peoples and Christmases everywhere.
I'm finding it a bit weird that bands I like are doing twentieth anniversary sets as standard nowadays. It means that you have a crowd of tired looking 40-somethings punctuated by grinning idiots thinking they can hit the high notes of Lava. I was one of those. Silversun were ace. Sleeper were ace. And that's me sucked into a Britpop sinkhole.
Oh and as I'm feeling strangely festive and it's the season of goodwill, let's celebrate people trying to do something nice. Go and visit Counter Culture it's above Dark Side comics under Chelmsford Viaduct. Go and get your geek on. You know you want to.
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