you are the silence in-between, what I thought and what I said.

I know this is a little late, but anyway- I WENT TO SEE FLORENCE +THE MACHINE ON TUESDAY!!

Without sounding like I'm gushing, Florence is just so fabulous; she runs around the stage, and pretends she going to fall off the stage, she spins without getting dizzy and also sometimes randomly screams. I have to say, Florence Welch is the grand high priestess of everything. 

Florence and her machine played all the classics- Spectrum, No light, No light, Drumming Song and obviously Dog days where all especially awesome. Florence also talked about an owl and also almost teared up when she started talking about England and how happy she was to be home (the show was the first in the UK.)  I'm sorry I haven't mentioned The Machine, so I will, the harp player was incredibly impressive. 

I honestly have not to been to a big arena-type concert like the that before and I have to say being in a huge crowd brought out the worst in me. I have never had such murderous feelings towards people over 6 foot before!

Lots of love and kittens

Sophie 

P.S - The only downside was that we had to wait an hour and a half to get out of the car park which was a bummer. 

inside me I feel alone and unreal

It's occurred to me that it's coming up to a year since I met Patrick Wolf; because of this, I've sort of been shrouded in mild wistfulness and nostalgia for a little while now. So, I decided, as it's coming up to Winter, it's more appropriate for these photos to be in black and white ( I understand my logic ).

He's so beautiful, I just can't. Re-kindled my passion for viola and music in general as soon as he came onstage.

This was really the best day of my life. I don't even know how long I was with him for, I was just too focused on being smitten and starstruck. But I'll treasure this picture forever.

I'm sure most teenagers are familiar with the old 'post-concert depression'. Although, the crying picture was actually taken before the show started, after I'd met Patrick and not knew how to deal with all the emotions. I got my mum to document my overwhelmed-ness.

Some pictures I'm planning to use in my upcoming zine (watch this space).

In other news, I'm so obsessed with This Mortal Coil's version of Late Night. I also love the video, very witchy and pretty. Perfect for Autumn!

My special box.

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Sorry, I (Sinead) have been fairly absent for a little while. Yes, a few days really does count as a 'while' for me. 

Some things happened; for example, I had a haircut and am now sporting a short bowl cut not unlike our darling Mr Wolf's current one. I'll post some photos soon, in the firm belief that someone somewhere will be interested.

Anyway, this post isn't about any of that (well, it involves Patrick Wolf, but much of my life does). This post is about my SPECIAL BOX (oooh, sounds enticing, right? Tis for me). Here's the story:

When I went to see Patrick Wolf last October, his fiance William was doing the merch stall (for all those Wolfpackers reading this, ADORABLE RIGHT INO RIGHT?!), so naturally I was drawn to it as soon as it opened. I think I made 3 separate visits to the stall, each time bashfully greeting William (who acted politely unassuming, although he'd just seen me being a nervous wreck when I met Patrick.).

I bought an iron-on patch thing for my jacket, with the Patrick logo on it.

I also bought a tour t-shirt (which we had a conversation with William about, because I was conflicted about whether to purchase that or a yummy hoodie with Patrick's unicorn tattoo design on it).

My final buy was a box, intended to contain like a special vinyl package or something, but they were selling empty ones for £3 and they had pretty Patrick pictures on them so I bought one. Yes, it was slightly impractical to hold it in some form of awkward embrace for the whole journey back from Cardiff on the train, but I didn't mind. It was also quite awkward to manouvre through rain and then busy train stations carrying the box, a large poster and my bag.

ANYWAY. My box currently contains these things:

Concert tickets from Patrick's show

The bus ticket we got to Mermaid Quay, where the venue was

The printed meet-and-greet email (I needed it to get into the meet-and-greet)

Paper wristband from the Glee Club (the venue)

My postcard collection

Paintings of Patrick (for the christmas card thing the Tumblr Wolfpackers did)

Some biro doodles from many a science lesson with Sophie

A French 'Arts Magazine' that Micah brought me back from Paris

Wolfy hugs, 

Sinead

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P.S; sorry for the fan-girl-y post, but I haven't really done one yet and I thought it was due.