Right mofos, we're trying one of these again. Our Download liveblog was a lot of fun, and a few of us are off to Sonisphere this weekend, so we thought we'd give it another crack. It all went a little bit shithouse last time and a bunch of posts were lost in the internet ether, but hopefully we've learned from our mistakes.
We probably haven't learned from our mistakes.
There's four of us doing it this time round. Amazing. It all turned a bit "HI I AM MIKE LOL" before.
It's, er, not til tomorrow, so don't expect too much excitement yet. TELL YOUR FRIENDS.
Sonispheeeeere!! \m/
working?
Tweet bloody fuckin' tweet
Ah, thank Christ for that. I thought it was us. Sorry for the swearing.
Satellite phone test.
You think that's good, wait til we're pissed-up in a field.
You guys are fucking quick to help BTW, nice work.
It's all a bit ridiculous – texting to Twitter, emailing photos to Flickr, having them put together by Scribble Live and then embedded in frontarmy.co.uk. WEB TWO POINT A MILLION.
Don't know what the fuck happened then.
Fuck! It's working!
I should delete a lot of this, now that it's working. Makes me look like a bit of a spastic.
Good tmes.
I can't spell.
Fuck this, I'm off. Unless we've royally fucked it, this super exciting liveblog should get going from about ten in the morning.
Um. That last one I posted has vanished (about whisky) and it's all the wrong way up on the embed on frontarmy.co.uk – I don't know what I've fucked up, but I've fucked something up.
And we're off! In a sec anyway. Tell you what, the breaks on the hire car are awesome. A little too awesome some might say. Sick and i'v ...
Is this bastard working now then?
I think I've worked out what I'd fucked up. Long story short, I'm thick. Heading off in half an hour or so. Feel pretty ropey to be honest.
Er, I haven't done a post without swearing in it yet. Here you go.
Right, so Ben's on his stupid Essex way at the moment, Sam's heading up with Stoney and Adam in a bit, and I'm meeting some dreadful individuals (including JDEATH, aka Jon The Molester) and following them. Should get there about halfway through Alien Ant Farm.
I don't get why they gave Alien Ant Farm half an hour. They've only got two songs, and one's a cover. Seven minutes. Nine if they let the fat bassist tell a joke.
Traffic currently fucking me up the arse
About to get on the train with some idiots. Yes.
Er, apparently there was an amazing party last night at the site that nobody fucking told me about. Arse.
We should have got more cider. This train is taking too shitting long.
This shuttle bus isn't shitting moving.
This involves TOO MUCH WAITING. Why am I not drunk yet? Alien Ant Farm have come and gone a while back, bless 'em. Anthrax soon though.
I'm going to throw this out there: the man driving this bus sucks at life.
Tent pitched. Stupid t-shirt donned. Bring it.
Ran into the front girls. Might ask El Wood to marry me.
Just saw a guy with St Anger tattooed on his neck. Wonder who he's here to see ZOMGLOLZ
Anthrax! They look healthy. Yeah, healthy.
The fat bassist from alien ant farm is ten feet from me. He's had his teeth whitened.
by MikeFront via Flickr 7/31/2009 4:09:30 PM