(As in going to gigs, and not cutting my face open for the purposes of wrestling.)

Went to three ace gigs in under a week. Last Wednesday I saw the Klaxons at Moshulu. They were brilliant. A complete and utter indie rave made outstanding by the hot crowd. Glowsticks are back, ladies and gentlemen; when did they ever go away? Had to put up with jerks afterwards talking about how it's not real music and how it's ruining culture. These people are apparently opposed to anyone else having fun and jumping up and down and dancing in a silly manner. I say to hell with them.

Then, Electric Soft Parade on Friday at Tunnels. I'd seen them before when the crowd was much bigger. I am led to believe that their ticket-guy messed up so the audience was really small for this one, but they were still good. Plus I finally got to buy their last E.P., which is great. A quirky kind of rock? Maybe.

And then the Long Blondes at the Lemon Tree on Monday. They were great, a very nice band to look at, making killer pop tunes. Plus 1990s supported them and, despite the fact that lots of my friends think they are fairly dodgy, I think they are fantastic. They make fun rock'n'roll. I also got to meet them because my cousin is best mates with them. They are lovely guys.

Best song out of the lot? Well, maybe song of the moment is 'Once and Never Again' by the Long Blondes. It got me thinking.

"19! You're only 19, for God's sake, oh! You don't need a boyfriend!"

or

"22! You're only 22, for crying out loud, Neil: you don't need a girlfriend!"

I've been thinking a lot about romance, recently. I tend to fall in love very easily. It's a tiring business being a girl who knows me because, for every 3% that might enjoy the attention, there will be around 94% who won't. (For boys make that....0.03% and.....98% - the maths isn't exact, don't worry.)

Don't think I wouldn't prefer to run off with my beloved and be together forevermore and have a woodland marriage ceremony somewhere. I covet that. But I think this is going to make me unhappy if I dare to pursue anything like it. Apparently, most girls I've met prefer the watered-down version of romance we call sleeping around.

But no. Maybe not. Maybe they are just too scared to pursue a beautiful romance. Who am I kidding? Of course they are, if they're anything like me. That's what I do. It's not a question of preference; it's a question of settling for that which you find alright, or acceptable, or tolerable.

This isn't like it is in the storybooks. I wish I could be as resolute as those wonderful characters. But I'm not.