Now here's a rare event - I'm actually going out to a gig with K tonight. She has tickets to see Broken Records at the Borderline, and I've agreed to come along based on the fact that I had enjoyed Broken Records when they supported The National at the Royal Festival Hall a while back, and that I like The Borderline as a venue very much. She has also promised to get me a burrito from Chipotle (at which I will have to banish memories of the Chipotle-based South Park episode from last season).
I meet K in Leicester Square just after seven and we head to Chipotle on Charing Cross Road. The burritos we get are very tasty and, predicatbly, very quickly polished off. With a little while to go before the band come on stage, we walk up to The Angel for a couple of pints where we indulge in some overdue wedding-talk, making plans to make plans later in the week. Sometimes it feels like we're putting things off - but I can't think of any other way to plan something that seems so far in the future.
We head to The Borderline just after nine, annoying lots of punters by pushing through the tightly-packed audience just after the band have taken the stage. We take up position at the back, by the bar, and get a drink on board. The band are accomplished and the sound in the venue is great - especially when compared to the reprehensible sludge displayed by Brixton Academy at the last gig I went to.
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