Exit Ten sucked and sucked even more to get to.

Jack had made a last minuted discovery... Joe and I were going to Exit Ten at the Carling.



The journey there from jack's place didnt go as 'smoothly' as it could have.










There were three people on the metro so Joe decided to show off his pole dacing skills.







The driver wasnt stoked on this so he kicked off his only three passengers at regent centre. Public transport is so ertha.














The north east's number one teeny tweaker wasnt stoked either.










We had to get our run on as the gig started in half an hour and we were in Gosforth.















Lakai ??





Ducks were on the session at the university.

In the end we made it to the gig, which sucked purely because of the scene kid moshers.

signed Mr Kipling x