On Sunday night I went to go and see My Chemical Romance in Manchester. I know it isn't 'cool' to say that you like them unless you're a 13 year old girl with black nail varnish and a bad haircut, but I was a 13 year old girl with black nail varnish and a bad haircut when I started listening to them. They've been my very favourite band for the past seven years, and seeing them again on Sunday after they've been away for so long (I was 17 the last time I saw them) was absolutely beautiful. The gig was EPIC, the setlist was perfect, and Frank...oh Frank. Frank Iero is my favourite man alive. It's good to be reminded of that sometimes (you can tell by how many photos of him I took).
