We’re moving, so moving…

I’m going to take a little blogging break this month while I prepare for a home move. Faithful viewers will remember that I did the same thing not so long ago: the fact is, my new flat hasn’t worked out for me, and I’m planning to move back to my old area when my current lease runs out. I’m going to try and stay active on social media in the mean time (and maybe even do a bit more with my neglected YouTube channel!) but for now, here’s another classic tune about moving.

I seriously hope I don’t have to move again next year, because I’m running out of songs called “Moving”…

All the gigs of my life: Gig 45 – Mansun, Sunday, August 29, 1999, Richfield Avenue, Reading (Reading Festival)

“So how does this affect me?! Emotionally affect me!!?! Too damn right it does.”

The seventh of my ten Mansun gigs, and the zenith of my hyperventilating obsession. This post contains inordinate quantities of excitable capitals and exclamation marks. You have been warned.

I don’t have a ticket stub or programme, so here’s my train ticket!
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