In the future when all’s well
Tomorrow is the day. THE day.
We’ve been waiting since January, at least, if not, for years, for him to come back to our fair city.
It seems like a decade since I was online at 8:30am frantically clicking at Ticketmaster to get the tickets.
Friday night’s setlist at Liverpool went as follows…
You Have Killed Me / How Soon Is Now? / First Of The Gang To Die / I Will See You In Far-off Places / On The Streets I Ran / To Me You Are A Work Of Art / Girlfriend In A Coma / The Youngest Was The Most Loved / The Father Who Must Be Killed / Let Me Kiss You / Life Is A Pigsty / At Last I Am Born / In The Future When All’s Well / Still Ill / Ganglord / I Just Want To See The Boy Happy // Irish Blood, English Heart
So, expect more of the same, apparently.
I’ve been ill all weekend, so a lot of the pent-up excitment has dissapeared with that, but, I have the whole day off work tomorrow to build it all back up. Wish me luck..