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Hurrah, my first 'complete' weekdend of the year. As some of ye know I have school on a Saturday, except I didn't have any yesterday. Round my school it's almost a tradition, if there's a 'No School Saturday', it means we head off to Fabric (huuge DnB club in London) for the night/morning.
Having met up at a mates' house, we went off to meet more people in a pub. Now, this wasn't your bog-standard central london pub, t'was a gay pub.
We paired up (boys with boys, girls with girls) in an attempt to avoid having the err.. cubist-esque in the pub come onto us. stroke of genius. ish.
There we split into two groups, those who had money, and those who didn't. Those who didn (11 out of 13 of us) trundled off to to farringdon via many-a-different route. Me, being.. er.. me, i chose to head a group and was pretty convinced I had taken the best route to farringdon from.. wherver we were...
We joined a pretty fecking huge queue to get in, but what the funk.. t'was Fabric :-) some of the girls in the group managed to fall into conversation with the group of guys ahead of us, they spent most of the hour queueing talking about chicken, how its slaughtered, and how they stand into their own crap.. interesting stuff I tells ya.
Inside, a pretty amazing line-up complimented the atmosphere (people everywhere).. Nitin Sawhney played Room 1, Breakbeat Kaos played Room 2, and varioud Hip-Hop/RnB DJs played Room 3. Amazing.
Until one of the girls in out group fell ill, she was fealing dizzy, her head was spinning and she couldnt talk to us properly. Her drink was spiked. PErsonally, I was pretty ready to smack the little s**té who did it... Things ended with me and holly haning around the back entrance of the club, with a dodgy french female bouncer looking at me, looking at her. While she was watching one of her mates' boyfriend have a full blown conversation with her c**k. It was one of the most surrea, yet funny things I've ever seen in my life. A completely wankered guy, standing there, c**k hanging out, and him having a conversation with it.
We eventually left Fabric at around 2 - 2:30, kinda early-ish, firstly because Holly (spikeddrink girl) wasn't fealing too well, and two of the group had a football match at 9 the next morning.
That was all friday night.
Saturday involved sitting around at a mates' will i realised that I actually needed to pick up the tickets for saturday night's concert/awards ceremoney I was going to (UK People'c Choice Music Awards), and running around London for about 2 hours while I worked out where the offices i was meant to be getting the ticket were...
Anyway, I got the tickets and the first thing i see on them is, in big fat black writing 'VIP INDUSTRY' :D:D:D:D... Having made the rather nasty/scary trip over to Hackney, I realised the ticket I had meant I had access to the 'VIP/ARTIST' queue, which was.. er.. all of 5 people.
To cut a long story short, they gave me wristband that was an all-access pass to anywhere I wanted, except the press-room... and that includes the artist's lounge.
If any of these names mean anything to you, I gave MCs Bushkin and B-Live a hug, and mingled with the likes of Heartless Crew.. :-)
Now, all I need is a fap.
Except you don't really care.
Having met up at a mates' house, we went off to meet more people in a pub. Now, this wasn't your bog-standard central london pub, t'was a gay pub.
We paired up (boys with boys, girls with girls) in an attempt to avoid having the err.. cubist-esque in the pub come onto us. stroke of genius. ish.
There we split into two groups, those who had money, and those who didn't. Those who didn (11 out of 13 of us) trundled off to to farringdon via many-a-different route. Me, being.. er.. me, i chose to head a group and was pretty convinced I had taken the best route to farringdon from.. wherver we were...
We joined a pretty fecking huge queue to get in, but what the funk.. t'was Fabric :-) some of the girls in the group managed to fall into conversation with the group of guys ahead of us, they spent most of the hour queueing talking about chicken, how its slaughtered, and how they stand into their own crap.. interesting stuff I tells ya.
Inside, a pretty amazing line-up complimented the atmosphere (people everywhere).. Nitin Sawhney played Room 1, Breakbeat Kaos played Room 2, and varioud Hip-Hop/RnB DJs played Room 3. Amazing.
Until one of the girls in out group fell ill, she was fealing dizzy, her head was spinning and she couldnt talk to us properly. Her drink was spiked. PErsonally, I was pretty ready to smack the little s**té who did it... Things ended with me and holly haning around the back entrance of the club, with a dodgy french female bouncer looking at me, looking at her. While she was watching one of her mates' boyfriend have a full blown conversation with her c**k. It was one of the most surrea, yet funny things I've ever seen in my life. A completely wankered guy, standing there, c**k hanging out, and him having a conversation with it.
We eventually left Fabric at around 2 - 2:30, kinda early-ish, firstly because Holly (spikeddrink girl) wasn't fealing too well, and two of the group had a football match at 9 the next morning.
That was all friday night.
Saturday involved sitting around at a mates' will i realised that I actually needed to pick up the tickets for saturday night's concert/awards ceremoney I was going to (UK People'c Choice Music Awards), and running around London for about 2 hours while I worked out where the offices i was meant to be getting the ticket were...
Anyway, I got the tickets and the first thing i see on them is, in big fat black writing 'VIP INDUSTRY' :D:D:D:D... Having made the rather nasty/scary trip over to Hackney, I realised the ticket I had meant I had access to the 'VIP/ARTIST' queue, which was.. er.. all of 5 people.
To cut a long story short, they gave me wristband that was an all-access pass to anywhere I wanted, except the press-room... and that includes the artist's lounge.
If any of these names mean anything to you, I gave MCs Bushkin and B-Live a hug, and mingled with the likes of Heartless Crew.. :-)
Now, all I need is a fap.
Except you don't really care.
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How many did the poor lad have?
:-(
:-(
Oh and Aftershock does indeed get you wrecked.
SO much so my next door neighbour died a few years ago caused by too many aftershock shots.
Poor Scott :(
SO much so my next door neighbour died a few years ago caused by too many aftershock shots.
Poor Scott :(
My stories are the best... too bad I'm boring now. All grown up at 18. Ah, to be a mashed 17 year old again.
Aye thats exactly how it was.
Aye, worked for me many a time. I too sometimes get a bit nervous with the ladies - especially if I like them a lot
ßulle†† wrote:
> Funnily enough, that is true
>
> EDIT - to Paradox
The dutch courage thing?
> Funnily enough, that is true
>
> EDIT - to Paradox
The dutch courage thing?
gaybys wrote:
> If she was impressed by you being a "monged" drunkard, I
> take it she's a bit of a skank?
I say monged, I was more "tipsy" - I just think "tispy" is something mums get, not blokes.
> If she was impressed by you being a "monged" drunkard, I
> take it she's a bit of a skank?
I say monged, I was more "tipsy" - I just think "tispy" is something mums get, not blokes.
Funnily enough, that is true
EDIT - to Paradox
EDIT - to Paradox
If she was impressed by you being a "monged" drunkard, I take it she's a bit of a skank?
gaybys wrote:
> Paradox: wrote:
> at £1.95 a shot it made me sad too :-(
>
> Exactly.
> Why keep buying it until you lose control of your basic mental
> functions?
>
> It's basically spending all your money to become a complete moron for
> a while.
dutch courage to talk to a girl I liked.
I sometimes get a bit nervous with the ladies.
it paid off.
> Paradox: wrote:
> at £1.95 a shot it made me sad too :-(
>
> Exactly.
> Why keep buying it until you lose control of your basic mental
> functions?
>
> It's basically spending all your money to become a complete moron for
> a while.
dutch courage to talk to a girl I liked.
I sometimes get a bit nervous with the ladies.
it paid off.
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