Day 243

All I remember about last night was turning up to a venue so modern and pristine that it took me almost a solid minute to work out how to operate the sink in the bathroom due to its minimalist design. It was a miracle my outfit of tattered jeans, Scoundrels tee and festival ephemera didn't get me ejected.
Several beers and devastating dance moves later (oh wow… yep… yeah… I remember now… some bloke picked me up over his shoulders and spun me around while I struck my most impressive super hero stance in the middle of the dance floor), I had ensured that the next day was going to be a write off.

This morning my brain train has very much terminated at Hangover Junction, so much so that I'm inexplicably using railway metaphors to describe it. I awoke to find the elastic in my pyjama bottoms had exploded during the night so now the darned things promptly fall to my ankles every time I take a severely negotiated step. With the timetable calling for tea and bacon aplenty, the rest of the day looks to be a train wreck, so I've decided to create Day 243's T-shirt post now at least while I'm conscious.

I've grabbed the first T-shirt I found lying around the house this morning, which happens to be this tremendously offensive merchandise item belonging to American metal band Motionless In White. It originally found it's way into my THREEHUNDREDANDSIXTEEFIVE challenge 'in' pile via my friend Kevin who I assume sourced it from one of his stage crew endeavours.
I'm not at all familiar with the band, and owing to the massive headache I have, I'm not going to chance listening to a sample right now either. I'll simply assume from the aggressive typeface and caption used in this design that they are relatively dark people who make pretty intimidating and loud music.

I'm not sure there's much else to say about this tee, plus I can't stand the volume the keys of my keyboard are insisting to clack at, so I reckon I'll redeem my return ticket to Snoozeville now.

Thanks for the T-shirt donation Kev!