Hey Hey Do The Zombie Stomp
I’ve been spending altogether too much time down south, lately. I recently went to Milton Keynes to visit Matt ‘n’ Chel, that most adorable of couples.
Milton Keynes doesn’t really seem worthy of the names of either of those great men: a rigidly gridded network of identical crossroads and carparks. The glassy atmosphere of New Build hangs in the air like mist. Robotic women push trolleys around brightly lit supermarkets. Maybe. Loughton (‘Lauton’ not ‘Luffton’. Where they actually live, anyway) was quite nice, though.
We went to see everyone’s favourite zombie (no, they really are zombies) thrashers Send More Paramedics at the Woughton (what is it with the -oughtons?) leisure centre, who were typically fun. Sanzen were also OK-ish, and the other two bands less interesting. Once more, as with here, it seems strange to be writing about this sort of thing in this sort of post.
The grand total of “Different Wetherspoons Pubs I Have Visited” was increased to 19. I mention this for the sake of completeness.