I hope everybody enjoyed Live 8 yesterday, especially if you were watching it from the comfort of your own front room- or the front room of a friend, as the case may be. And hopefully you weren't as bitter as me and my friends were. Seriously, half the time I swear the crowd was barely moving, so we were screaming at the TV, 'Look! You lucky sods are witnessing the biggest live music event EVER- you can bloody well PRETEND to enjoy all of it! Well, maybe except for UB40.' Actually, there were comments made concerning the Scissor Sisters and Gwyneth Paltrow being the victims of some tragic bombing incident, but I'm sure that was just the bitterness talking.

(In no way was I affiliated with this discussion. I love the Scissor Sisters. Gwynnie, on the other hand...)

What was good, however, about watching Live 8 through the TV was the ability to flick over to the tennis when something boring came on. I'm not usually a tennis fan, but really, that final was TENSE. Maybe I'll watch it properly next year. Yay for Venus.

Plus the BBC were a little annoying with their little interviews. I usually like 'star' chats, but when the camera switches from REM to Fearne Cotton talking to Ronan Bloody Keating, I am not best pleased. And what was with the Killers only playing one song? I know they're newcomers and all, but Joss Stone was allowed three- why weren't they? What happened? I may find Brandon Flowers to be a personality-free knobhead in the interviews I've seen, but he's damn attractive- especially with a little eyeliner- and the songs aren't bad either.

Cor Blimey.

And today was my own musical extravaganza- the AMC Summer Event!

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There's really nothing of interest to say about it.

So now, for lack of anything better to do, I'll waste time until Four Weddings comes on, because everyone loves Richard Curtis really.

Job interview tomorrow. Gulp.