i bet that you look good on the dancefloor;

A new girl has started at work today, which means I am no longer the baby of the office. I am making up for this by dressing like vintage Lisa-Marie in a skirt which barely covers my bum and by going out to fetch the boss’ lunch.

I meant to update earlier, but I really couldn’t be arsed. I had a really good weekend – maybe a little too good, as I think I’m still suffering from Saturday’s hangover. I’m really really tired, even for a Monday, and think I might take advantage of a couple of quiet evenings in front of the telly this week (by this we are obviously not counting Wednesday – STROKES! SQUEE!). Of course, I’m open to any better offers.

Scotrail seem to be determined to make going out on a Sunday night more trouble than it’s worth. For a good few months now, after 10pm you’re stuck with a replacement bus and then a train as opposed to a direct train. I had a bit of a surreal experience after the gig last night actually. I ended up sitting next to this girl on the bus who had a Drive-By Argument poster, so I said oh, I was there too, and she said I know, I saw you with Fiona and I thought you looked familiar, weren’t you at school with my brother?

Everybody seems to be doing the MySpace thing these days. I keep coming across the Scummerfield girls’ profiles.

I had never been to the ABC before, but I ended up there twice this weekend! Dancing on a Saturday night in the ABC1, under a disco ball the size of a small planet, is fun, especially when the company is such that you end up not caring that you couldn’t find a certain former Libertine after all. Gigging in the tiny ABC2 is almost as good – it’s got bouncy walls, and if you’re standing up long enough it’s not going to bother you that the tables are lower than the seats.

The lighting in the toilets is a little bit weird though. My makeup looks crap enough when I’ve been out for a while and I need all the help I can get. Plus I don’t know what I think of their high-tech methods of marking your guest list status:

Yeah, I’ve got a right to be here, honest.

Drive-By Argument sound a little like The Faint covering some shoegazing indie guitar band, and every single one of their songs carries some nugget of brilliance among bog-standard mediocrity. You can dance to them, I’ll say that much, and the boys are so adoreable and young and enthusiastic that you can’t help but love them.

The first support band were the sort of lads I couldn’t listen to while making eye contact with Fi for fear of bursting out laughing, which you don’t want to do when one of their dad’s is in the audience taking pictures. Think screamy metal by twelve-year-olds, and move on… to The Acute, a wannabe Manics and “the only band in Scotland controlled by Scotrail’s timetables. The frontman killed time between wailing numbers with supreme levels of wankery.

(Photo barely does justice to the size 6 frilly sleeveless TopShop blouse, the Michael Stipe-inspired eye makeup and “DESPISEUS” scrawled up the forearm in what can only be eyeliner.)

I nearly bought this black and white stripey dress in the sales, but decided against it because they only had it in a 12 plus the hemline was nasty. A good thing too – I spotted five people in the same dress on Saturday night, and another one on Sunday.

Speaking of MySpace, I got a message from the Best MySpace Perv Ever today:

I am very glad to write you this few words of mine . My name is David Dickson a sierre loenean living in abidjan the capital city of cote d’ivore. I read your profile it looks very intresting to me, And decied to say hello to you, also i want both of us to be long time friends or partners too, I Know it depends on God and you alone….

Tell ya, LiveJournal was never this much fun.

Bob Dylan to record first new album in five years. I’m not holding out a lot of hope.

And the shine is starting to come off the rumoured Smashing Pumpkins reunion…