Kings of Leon...

So Mr PB took me to the Kings of Leon concert the other night, and thinking it made me quite cool, I was actually quite excited! But it started to go wrong as soon as we arrived when I noted a large amount of girls wearing hunter wellie boots in the scorching heat with shorts…why?! Surely these are only ‘festival chic’ when it is raining…otherwise I assume they are just bloody uncomfortable and make your feet sweat a lot. And Hyde park for 4 hours does not a festival make. However, we persevered to the middle of the crowd where I tried to summon up a smile…but the aggressive nature of everyone there, the bottles of unknown substances being flung through the air and landing precariously near my head, and the fact that both blokes next to me decided to wee right there next to my flip flopped feet was just too much for me. I kissed Mr PB, said it was nothing personal and fled to the car to listen to the Glee soundtrack. Fact: I am not cool, I don’t like Kings of Leon, and I am much happier at a Bon Jovi concert swaying comfortably in my seat.