i was about as close to the indie kid at school as anyone so there was no alternative scene to really gravitate towards. just me sitting there with my long hair and a headfull of the beatles watching drunk fred perrys circle an orange bint in a glittery dress, pint in each hand while the the sweaty walls reverberate with the bang-bang-bang of hard house and hateful club classics.
i'd literally be counting the hours till i could leave. i fucking hate house music and fucking hate house music clubs. i hate the people that like them and sometimes i think that if my friends hadn't been my friends then i would have hated them too.
in fact, looking back at it know; i hate myself for forcing myself to endure a culture and music i hated for so long in order to stay close to my friends.
these days though it' usually a party somewhere. this year it's a rubic's cube themed one. you go wearing all six colours and have to leave wearing all one colour. that's the idea anyway. sounds like fun.Statistics: Posted by dookerdoo — Wed Dec 20, 2006 1:28 pm
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