This is directed at the dumb blond bitch at the Joel Plaskett show on Saturday. You decided to move in on the space I was trying to save for my friend, and when he came back I asked you politely to move over a bit, so he could make his way back into the crowd. You looked down your nose at me and said, "I don't think there's really anything I can do about that." You know what? I think there was something you could've done. You could've not been a total twat, and moved the fuck over! Lucky for you I was sober and rational, and unwilling to ruin my own night.
The young pups in this town have to realize that you need to show respect for people while out in public. My generation have been going to shows longer than you've been out of diapers, and if we hadn't supported musical talent all these years, you may not have anywhere to spend your student loans! If you can't behave yourselves, go back to the Palace where you belong!