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The day
came for myself (Ed) to finally see the movie of the year, the thing
everyone in the Metworld camp had been perplexing themselves vocally and
mentally about for a good year+...here we go. I took a half day off from
the feast that is animal torture and headed down to London on the Oxford
tube bus. I hit the smoke at around 4pm and tried to call steve to meet
up, needless to say he didn't answer his phone til about the 15th try. To
cut it short (very bloody short) I met him in Camden town tat shop
soon(ish) after. He was discussing the upper arm 'tallica tats being
embraced with a fleecing of fire and scrolls as a background. Needless to
say conversation thereafter for a good hour was inK related. We then adjourned
concordantly to the worlds end pub for a swift couple and a good ol
chiittty chat. Some of the photo's you see above were taken there (Steve
sexy) needless to say the mood was rife with enthusiasm even at this early
stage in the proceedings.
Underground trip later we came out at the
square..we immediately hunted for food and after a bit of trouble found
the scotch SH and went for a full platter each. The head-waiter was a
treat and loved Metallica himself and for our trouble gave me a free plate
of chips. Nice one pal. From there we headed to ammusement centre and soon
stumbled upon a little treat that is an MTV arcade drum machine. I was
quite happy to put stick to skin for the lads to hear a bit of Eddy
battering. Poundings of creeping death raised a few eyebrows from passers
by.
Next up was meeting Mat at the tube
station where we had a bit of catch up. Cads and Mat hadn't met in 5
years. Next on the menu- Intrepid fox and a beer in each hand. Well for
most of us bar myself who knew that a pint would mean a fair few pissing interruptions
during the film. Here we met a new Metclub fan and Hec had caught Stu
whilst we were drumming. More chit chat blah blah give a horse a stoning.
Next... the film
We found the place which was a little
smaller than we were hoping but tight. Some old boy tried to flyer us with
some gash event so being the boys we are we thought fight fire with fire
and whipped out our own Metworld flyers and handed them round like we had
a paper allergy. Many people getting 'done' a few times but enjoying the
spiel from my good mouth all the more each time, almost to the point of
premature embellishment. The flyering carried on as we eventually made our
way into the cinema and after a bit of musical chairs in the cinema the
time came....I thought fuck it stood at the front and asked the auditorium
'Who in here hasn't got a Metworld Flyer' and followed with a request for
a cheer for the Metworld and a pic of the whole cinema (See pic3).
Then came the film, my first impression
was that it really was going to unravel into something rather special. The
start was Jason Leaving and moods being pretty low...followed was
arguments about frustrated song writing and control problems. Phil Towle
came into the fold and started talking deep. Kirk took to this like a duck
that was already in the water Lars was pretty comfortable loving a good
chance to chat but James you could tell at this early stage thought 'what
is this shit'. James soon got booked into the rehab centre and we watched
as Lars and Kirks spirits went wayward. A real treat was Tobin Ulrich who
was like a heavy metal Gandalf and was such a character. As we all know
there was a happy ending as James returned and they slowly worked out
their problems gave Phil the FO after he became a bit too OTT for the
boys. Rob joined Lars got extra rich selling paintings for a few mill and
they all lived happily....etc... Go see it yourself.
We then all split up and I went back on
the Bus to Oxford and the warmth of a heap of feathers.
Yours Festival spiritedly
Ed 2004.
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