There isn't any other word to describe watching Dragonforce live except for joy. They're just so unashamed about who they are and what they're trying to accomplish. At its best, it's white magic metal, and at its worst, it's just goddamn fun.
Snagged a decent spot outside the floor to watch the festivities, and counted 17 crowd-surfers. Just during the first song. Lost count after that, because it was mental. However, there was one memorable dude who sang and threw horns the entire time the crowd carried him and even down when the security boys grabbed him. Classy! The band was good, but sadly obviously into their cups. But, even at their drunkest, they shred like something heaven-sent.
After the show, Darling Girl snuck us upstairs, where we didn't correct someone's misinformation regarding a band near and dear to our hearts (Killswitch Engage), mostly because the conversation would have just gone on too long and made everyone feel like cunts. We then met the band, which was nice, if a bit surreal, as the ones I figured would be pleasant were actual quite put off by the whole affair. ZP was quite nice, and there was some bizarre winking from Fred that I didn't catch, but The Boy did. Sam pretty much told me the history of my Burberry scarf, and how "You know, back in England, we'd call that a bit chav. Which is funny. But on you, it works, I like it, yeah." I then told him that I was chav at heart, and he quite enjoyed that. Ah, bless.
The extra flat we got Hancocked is going to Dear Boy, who was very mad at me that I didn't tell him about the show earlier. Even though I did, and he just didn't listen to me, the bastard.
Also learned this evening that it wasn't the boy from Reggie and the Full Effect that made Darling Girl cry on her birthday. It was someone else who has since then made up for it. So! To put it out there, JD does not make girls cry on their birthdays.
Sidebar: Amazing.