That guy to the left of me with a green t-shirt and short brown hair.
During opener DM Stith he was nowhere to be seen. Possibly finishing up work as a recruitment consultant or an estate agent. Then out the door and 'it's party time!' 'Steveo' is on a mission to get pissed and be as ignorantly unaware of his surroundings as possible!
Wonderfully stole the little patch of space infront of me about 5 minutes into Fool's Gold. He doesn't mind that he's pushing so much of his body against mine it could be described as spooning. Progressively tougher pushes from me only lead to annoy our green shirted friend.
A highlight of the set was the bit when he decided to skilfully asked what seemed like ten people (colleagues?) if they 'wanna beer?' about an inch infront of my face. It seems 'Steveo's' bonus for renting out that flat in Ilford is going on big rounds and maybe that sparkling Guns & Roses T-Shirt he saw in River Island.
The set was finished with some wonderfully confident out of tune singing. I think the concept of in tune is so far away from him that he doesn't even know he's doing wrong. In his mind he's beautiful voice is similar to Justin Timberlake's, moistening all females in earshot.
I suppose the problem with going to watch a gig sponsored by Uncut Magazine, is the fact it will certainally be fully of Uncut readers.
2/5
Oh and yeah, he's a cunt.
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