After much trecking accross London with our big bags of girly essentials we eventually managed to track down our hotel in a particularly posh part of Paddington.

Whilst wondering aimlessly around the area beforehand, looking for our hotel and the odd bear with his marmalade sandwich, we had noticed just how fancy Paddington actually is and began to get excited over what our hotel would look like.

Unfortunately our hotel, and particularly our room, seemed to bare more resembelence to a Bosnian prision cell than anything you would actually pay to stay in.

Still, never one to be put off by a rickity old bunk bed, window cill with blobs of jam on, or hair infested sink, we got cracking on making ourselves look gorgeous.

Once we had preened and plucked, we decided to risk the kitchen facilities and make ourselves a pre-Camden dirty Pot Noodle.

Once we were in Camden we worked out which bands to see. First up, we went off in search of KoKo to see Do Me Bad Things. One of their singers looked like Lester Bangs from Almost Famous, and their backing singers really should not have been wearing those skirts! meow.

Next it was a short walk (phew) up the raod to the Purple Turtle to see Ludes who we had been upset about missing in Peterborough. They were definitely worth the wait. Great stuff. Rawk. Hands up if you're a bit of an idiot....

On our way to Oh! Bar to worship The Glitterati, we got post drinking nibbles and stopped for chips and mayonnise, which worryingly looked more like milk than mayonnaise. After a few minutes some old men in suits came to talk to us. They were very drunk and thought it would be really cool if they came to see bands with us! Serious streed cred.

However delicious these men were, we left them in their drunken haze and quickly ran away to the safety of Oh! Bar and into the arms of The Glitterati, (that might be a small lie). When they did eventually show their faces though, they were as fabulous as always despite the fact they were squashed onto the worlds smallest corner stage.

After pondering over whether it worth attempting the mile long queue to get into the Dublin Castle to see Graham Coxon we decided to give it a go. We luckily got talking to 3 guys who knew a man who worked there so we managed to get in after just 5 minutes, much to the annoyance of 100+ people waiting! Graham was obviously fantastic and being within (almost) touching distance of him made it all the better.

Once the bands had finished we bumped into a friend from Peterborough who was on his way to a Hell Is For Heros aftershow party, so having nothing better planned we tagged along. The party was in the classy Atlantic pub...

Aftershow parties are usually overrated and full of people sucking up to the band. This one was no different. We met a man who dresses up on 'Dick & Dom In Da Bungalow'. He stopped talking to us cos we we weren't impressed enough by the fact he was on TV. The only decent guy we spoke to turned out to be Joe from Hell Is For Heroes and we didnt even realise. Such pros. We left after a few hours cos it was all fake and everyone was weird.

On our way back to the hotel we passed a couple of roaming guys who we thought we would talk to for a bit. Turned out they had no where to stay so we took pity and offered them THE FLOOR in our "hotel" room.

Back in the hotel we tried to go to the 24 hour bar but there were weird Germans disco dancing so instead we went to make a cup of tea in the classy kitchen only to get shouted at by a man who worked there. We then found out the lovely kitchen we had been using since we got there was infact the staff kitchen. Oops.

Next morning we were kicked out of our shack stupidly early without even time to GHD ourselves. We trecked off back in search of the train station and little old Peterborough with it's lovely normal people. Home Sweet Home.