"Independent of a fuck who hates faggots, independent of a small cock-sucker...a...COCK...suck...er..." improvised Tori Amos at the Hammersmith Apollo on Tuesday. She was AH-MAY-ZING! Her band was incredible. She played loads of new songs for the first hour while dressed as Santa (one of the characters from her latest album 'American Doll Posse', then had a costume change and playeda mix from her back catalogue.
During a rendition of 'Black Dove' she stopped mid-song because she was "fucking the whole band up 'cos I have had a brain fart..." The second costume was a little bizarre - a mix between a dress and a jumpsuit made from Bacofoil. Also, it was difficult to tell whether she was enjoying herself immensely/ a spider had got in her pants...dry-humping the piano stool was her main choreographed motion.
Earlier in the day I met up with Dal...a v cool individual who contacted me on MySpace due to this journal. She completed the Race for Life (in just 31 mins!) while wearing this funky t-shirt. Am very touched...the kindness of strangers does exist.
Nicole came to visit Wed-Thurs. Had wicked but slightly weird time on Gay Street. Random people...v, v random...
Had a bit of a rubbish day. Grandad's seriously ill...Dad's very upset. Blood test today. Day Unit full of very ill, very old women. One of them left 5 minutes before I did. When I came out she'd only just managed to walk 100m down the corridor. It's getting incredibly hard to go in sometimes...seems like have to summon up every ounce of strenght, slap a smile on and just get on with it.
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