…bloody musicians take the biscuit sometimes.

When a mate’s band plays, I go along and take pics out of love. A bundle of hi- and lo-res pics, batched in colour and B&W normally set you back more than a week’s shopping but less than a night out (ie: not that much). When the mate is more an acquaintance and you’re doing because they always ask, it’s not quite love but I do it nonetheless.

So do I have a right to be pissed off when the singer blogs how grateful he is to everyone (even oul’ Bertha at the Day Centre for her tomato sandwiches) and simply because I haven’t delivered the photos to him yet, leaves my name right off the list?

*sighs*

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