I would love to give you a detailed review of the White Lies gig at the Roundhouse. Trouble is I have very little memory of it!
So, Eoin had a good lie in, we went to my local market where he indulged in an emergency pain-au-chocolat and then we headed down for a late (gone 2pm) Sunday roast at the Salisbury, an extraordinary pub in Haringey: a glorious Victorian/Edwardian rambling place with wood panelling and stained glass. And we had a very good roast. Problem was that we didn't go on to anything else, just spent the afternoon drinking.
However, I clearly enjoyed the gig enough to have come away with a good number of photos. And I know the support from She's In Parties was good as I messaged a couple of people to say so (although the typing was clearly going. Can you slur a text?)
And I have had White Lies songs going around in my head ever since, so they clearly impinged on my subconscious memory. Just the conscious one that seems to be missing! So. Enjoy the photos. I have nothing more to offer!

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