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certain death was good. though it made us stink of smoke afterwords. the van trip was rather.. interesting.. sitting on the floor against a sliding door which seemed ready to pop open at any time with a bunch of punk guys talking about having sex with a crisp packets. for some reason it appeared obligatory that i was in every photo taken that night, too bad i looked so terrible. tom showed up at some point after *he* had been drinking is some seedy pub somewhere. the gig was the usual drunken push-fest it always is but good fun.