I SAW THE CURE LIVE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

so i was lucky enough to see the cure LIVE at wembley, this sunday just gone.

it was fucking crazy, going up to london was delicious in its aestheticism, it was ice cold, and riding up to wembley on the bakerloo line was a nightmare but a rather fun one. i got to eat at a wimpy bar again after so many years (which was basically the uk's answer to mcdonalds until the 1980s but they still sorta were around well into the 2000s/my childhood) after they shut the one down in my town, the decor in there was honestly a flashback in time. i saw this cute guy with pink hair and bell bottom jeans in there and i almost talked to him, but we were both with our respective parents, so it would've been a bit awkward :(

the next day, sunday, i dragged myself out to camden market early in the morning- i swarmed about the crowds, walking along in a stupor as i enjoyed the luscious atmosphere, and i made quite a few purchases. i bought some earrings for a friend and got some rings for myself in the iconic 'namaste', got some funny t shirts in this weird little shop that severely overcharged me and technically scammed me cause they refused to tell me the price until i payed, and some cool trousers and a mesh shirt in sai sai. on the way back to the tube station, i saved the best till last, and made it to the absolute world of fucking WONDERS that is the iconic camden new rocks shop. i went inside and immediately fell in love with this regular pair of new rocks, bog standard, £375. the nice geezer in there saw how passionate i was and when i said i wanted them he gave me a cheeky £25 discount. lovely lad...

anyways, after a full day of cheeky shopping, plus another meal at the wimpy bar (had to make the *absolute most* of the opportunity, i'd missed the delightfully crap food) it was back to the hotel to make up and take off. i tried my best at some siouxsie sioux-esque eyeliner, some fancy black lippie (with extra spikes on the cupids bow courtesy of my liquid eyeliner) and boosted my hair as much as possible with the hairspray i had. unfortunately, it is not currently long enough to tease in a smith-esque fashion.

as i put my headphones in and nipped out (and promptly tumbled down the pathetically small set of steps at the bottom of the hotel and casually blaming it on my new towering new rocks to the shocked couple watching me) i started playing my favourite song, 'cold'.

to my absolute gobsmacking surprise, as i walked out of the door, i saw that it was beginning to drift with snow. ACTUAL SNOW. ON THE NIGHT I WAS SEEING THE CURE.

i was tremendously lucky for that, and i enjoyed the slowly increasing snowflakes that began to adorn the shoulders of my trenchcoat. i caught the bus towards wembley stadium, and walked down the main approach, and by the time i was off the bus, it had settled about an inch thick on the floor, 'happy xmas (war is over)' by john lennon blared on the loudspeaker as i stomped along the approach, it was snowing quite heavily now, and i turned right at the end of the road and found myself outside the huge wembley arena building. after sending a security guard damn-near manic with the size of my boots and him frantically calling other (completely unbothered) security guards over to scrutinize them, i was allowed into the stadium. i touched up my lipstick, found my nosebleed seat, and waited.

the opening band was subpar, they were called the twilight sad, and they were honestly quite sad, but not in the way i gather they intended. most of us yawned through their forgettable set, and finally, at 8:15pm, the lights dimmed again.

out trotted various members, simon gallup bounding about particularly energetically, and right there, dead center, was robert smith.

robert. fucking. smith.

he was right there. even though i was damn near a mile away, i could still see his iconic hair, his iconic lipstick, his vacant expression, and after a beautiful opening number which i cannot for the life of me remember the name of, everyone was in awe.

robert talked quite a lot actually, i was really surprised, i never thought he talked a lot at concerts, he made references a lot to his "sunday night doom and gloom disco", which i thought was a particularly funny adlib which i would like on a t-shirt.

throughout the night, we got some new songs from the upcoming albums, as well as a medley of classics. it was actually an experience i think i'll hold with me forever, seeing those songs i love so much being performed by the man himself. it was beautiful.

it was particularly fun, when they "finished" with a forest, having a particularly long jam session at the end, lasting roughly 5 minutes. after that, they left the stage. then, they came back for the encore. BUT, that wasn't the end of it, after they left after that encore they came back for ANOTHER. they finished with boys dont cry, and everyone was was dancing, it was incredible.

when we all left the theatre, makeup smudged with sweat and tears and big black boots quivering from being in the presence of gothic ROYALTY, we were all surprised to see that the snow had not stopped ONCE since we had entered, and now was roughly 3-4 inches thick. goths traipsed in their hoards away, walking down the approach back toward the station. i stopped off to grab a shirt for me and one for my friend, then it was time for the bus back to the hotel. everything after that was particularly insignificant, just packing and traveling home, bleary-eyed and exhausted, and finally, i got back here to my computer, head filled with those wonderful memories. i will happily go on now with my life as before, but i will have this experience behind me to remind me that i DID have something good happen in my life. i will never forget that night.