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90000065b, the following passage is probably of absolutely no interest to you.
There are no photos from the Flying Edward gig last night, for they were playing in front of an enormous window, and since this is the land of Norway, it was bright as day behind them and there was much bloody terrible light conditions.
Didn't get any video either, of course.
Hilmar needs to stop tweaking and tweaking and tweaking some old songs, as he has now made "Spell Your Name" fairly awful to listen to. Brief arguing broke out between me and my boyfriend, who thought the gig was mostly horrible. I found only the aforementioned song problematic.
On the bright side, they're using Kyrre much more now. He has a lovely voice which deserves to be heard, and heard it was last night.
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All the non-90000065bs, who are women and can relate or are men with possibly a less than healthy interest in women's underwear, can start reading here:
I've discovered a new and frightening world; the world of lingerie. Whereas some of us (read: me) shop in chain stores for underwear that's made from cotton, is comfy, doesn't ride up and doesn't have scratchy icky lace, some others apparently keep scary little lingerie shops alive.
I have now learned that it's perfectly normal to have strange little old women hooking up your corselet for you, nattering on about their own missing love life and interrogating you on wedding subjects that have nothing to do at all with whether the corselet straps will show under your wedding dress.
I have been scolded for buying the dress before the underwear, see strap problem.
I have also had it confirmed that bra cup sizes are utterly arbitrary. I already knew this well, but I was whipped into a D-cup bra yesterday and very fucking near had a nervous breakdown.
90000065b, the following passage is probably of absolutely no interest to you.There are no photos from the Flying Edward gig last night, for they were playing in front of an enormous window, and since this is the land of Norway, it was bright as day behind them and there was much bloody terrible light conditions.
Didn't get any video either, of course.
Hilmar needs to stop tweaking and tweaking and tweaking some old songs, as he has now made "Spell Your Name" fairly awful to listen to. Brief arguing broke out between me and my boyfriend, who thought the gig was mostly horrible. I found only the aforementioned song problematic.
On the bright side, they're using Kyrre much more now. He has a lovely voice which deserves to be heard, and heard it was last night.
All the non-
90000065bs, who are women and can relate or are men with possibly a less than healthy interest in women's underwear, can start reading here: I've discovered a new and frightening world; the world of lingerie. Whereas some of us (read: me) shop in chain stores for underwear that's made from cotton, is comfy, doesn't ride up and doesn't have scratchy icky lace, some others apparently keep scary little lingerie shops alive.
I have now learned that it's perfectly normal to have strange little old women hooking up your corselet for you, nattering on about their own missing love life and interrogating you on wedding subjects that have nothing to do at all with whether the corselet straps will show under your wedding dress.
I have been scolded for buying the dress before the underwear, see strap problem.
I have also had it confirmed that bra cup sizes are utterly arbitrary. I already knew this well, but I was whipped into a D-cup bra yesterday and very fucking near had a nervous breakdown.
