My ticket for the Ryan Adams Manchester show arrived today. And it’s now September, which means that the tour is only three weeks away! Which reminds me - I have a spare for the Glasgow gig on the 24th/25th/26th (delete as applicable, I can’t remember the exact date) if anyone wants it. Unfortunately it’s a seating ticket, which I bought before finding out that there were still standing tickets left. Face value, potentially less if you’re a follower.
She had to change her number (from Anonymous)
Well, thanks Anon — I hadn’t considered that, but I guess it’s a possible explanation.
The more I think about this the more I’m sure you’re probably right, Anon. It wouldn’t be surprising she has a boyfriend who is so paranoid and so untrusting that he has to constantly check her phone to see who’s talking to her. It must be impossible to maintain good friendships in circumstances like that, where the guy is taking the number of someone he doesn’t like and cold calling them at all hours of the day, sending ridiculous text messages and such. So yeah, I suppose your speculation makes sense.
Probably the highlight of last night was standing outside the pub after closing time and - somehow - ending up engaged in a heated debate with this incredibly attractive and smart young woman about the independence referendum. She was staunchly yes and I am absolutely no, yet when she uttered the phrase “Westminster cunts” it was probably the most aroused I’ve ever been.
It seems like I lose a follower or two every time I detail a calamity from my increasingly non-existant love life. Cool. I kind of like that irony.
I don’t know where I am on the sadness scale regarding tonight. Like, I’m pretty fucking sad…but at the same time, if she thinks I’m “the funniest guy in the world” (even if she just drunkenly blurted that out), at least she notices me, right?
So I saw her out tonight. No ring on her finger or anything. But she did leave the club at the end of the night with some guy. And she passes me in the street, hand in hand with this guy, and she’s like: “JJ! [to her male companion] This is the funniest guy in the world!” [repeats to me…] And I’m just a puddle of emotions by that point and I say something stupid like, “I’m not funny…I’m just really terrible at my job (ugh)” And she’s still walking past me…”No, you’re the funniest guy!”
I’m sick and tired of being the funniest guy or the nicest guy or the sweetest guy. I want to be the guy you’re going home with.
The Hold Steady - Stuck Between Stations, Live @ Glastonbury 2007
She was a really cool kisser and she wasn’t all that strict of a Christian.
She was a damn good dancer but she wasn’t all that great of a girlfriend.
I’m thinkin’ about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it