I feel that a little writing is always needed
Im not even doing too bad either
I mean when you think about it, you write a blog you expect maybe... ooh 5 people will read it maybe - if im lucky
just so you all know that the day of highest viewing was the 31st of November when 37 individulas looked at my blog (with 55 overall views between them)
so not only am I doing okay with 37 people, whoever the hell they maybe
some people actually look at it again like - I cant believe my eyes this is like commiting some kind of war crime
I wish everyone would comment me 
but they dont 
please do
My advertising campagin on myspace must do quiet well
I havent told a story recently so here I go
theres a picture I took at Cradle Of Filth - its is pretty in contrast to the show that was about to unfold....
I was there dancing like a gay person to the next cradle of filth song, which one was it, god how am I supposed to know they were playing loads of old stuff that I didnt know.
I was when i stepped into the mosh pit that events unfolded, events that I have never spoken a word of untill now!!
Upon stepping into the mosh pit or death pit which looked outside very much quiet a violent little thing to be involved in I saw a man in a little outfit. I dont think we was gay else hed be dead by now in this place, no he was something very differnt - I didnt know until this moment when I found out something very new; very intresting. He went by the name of Pedrow, Pedrow Jailhouse; he was a wild cowboy, he got out his lasso and caught me by the neck, pulling me close I feared our lips might touch!
"Nooo" I screamed "Im not actually gay"
but he saved my life in that moment of panic and dread as from behind a massive raging bull had appeared from seemingly nowhere, charging at me becuase I was wearing red (the colour of Bens top at the event is under much debate) its was red and it charged at me. Suddenly the whole gig was in upheaval, the goths got angry and you know what happens when a goth gets angry. Want a few examples, the Tsunami, Hiroshmia
What happened was utter hell, instantly the whole concert hall dropped to the pits of hell, no one could belive what they were seeing
the devil rose from the flames, picked the bull out with his hand flaming burning several goths, turning them into ashes. Ashes.
The floor instantly began to rise with firghtening speed.
The gig contiuted, the cowboy was no where to be seen
My life has never been the same...
sorry again another poor story, I will have to reserect an old story I wrote.