Leicester, England

We went to Leicester recently, just half an hour's train ride away, primarily to catch a Funeral for a Friend gig. We ended up paying 13pounds each (for a ticket) to get our heads bashed in, lips cut, singing FOR (and not along with) the singer because he lost his voice thanks to a sore throat. I bet he was smoking too much and was probably too drunk to remember the lyrics prior to the gig. How awfully awesome. My lip still hurts from the ulcer some punk left me, thanks to his bodysurfing stunt. Other than that, Leicester was interestingly filled with loads of Indians. Don't know if it's right to say that we felt "at home"... but it definitely felt cozier than your regular English cities. Place felt like a ghost town initially, when we arrived at the train station. Everything was either under construction, closed or just screamed "evacuate now. attacked by zombies!" So we ventured further towards the city centre and got a tight slap in our face. Leicester owns Nottingham big time. They have this mega shopping mall more than 3 storeys high, with a bunch of youths dancing to some new version of Para-para. Super funny I'll try to upload in a bit if I have the time.


Totally beats dance dance revolution, or para-para!!!


Tickets to the gig! So el cheapo, I know.


The half-hour train ride to Leicester. Cost us 8.70pounds return. Not too bad.


Zombieland.


It got better once we started venturing deeper into the city.


Some random church, like all the others in UK, and Europe.


The church within the compounds of Leicester Castle.


So we were posing in front of a random door, which looked kinda cool. Then Talib burst my bubble... what if the door led to... the church's toilet. -_-"






Talib was happilly, innocently jumping around the Castle Courtyard, before we found out later on that this was an execution ground earlier in the days. What irony. Oh well.


Anyone up for lamppost-dancing? Talib's failed "come-hither" look.








Some local museum documenting the lives of the people of Leicester.


We started a new tradition of getting hot drinks and desserts at a bar before catching any gig. This time we had tiny profiteroles drenched with belgian chocolate sauce, and warm mugs of mocha and cuppacino. All for the cheap!


Rise to Remain--some band which opened for Funeral for a Friend. So this punk tried to be funny, and rested one foot on some dude standing next to me, while balancing himself with his other foot on stage. The aftermath was him falling over, and body surfing with his guitar... not without kicking me in the head. Asshole!


Funeral for a Friend!


One of the band's crazy fans!