Things we do to fit in"When I was fifteen," writes No3L, "I curled up in a Budgens trolley while someone pushed it through the supermarket doors to nick vodka and Benny Hedgehogs, just to hang out with my brother and his mates."
What have you done to fit in?
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chthonic, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 12:30)
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This happened last night...I thought it'd be "worth it" to go to the last ever Astoria gig with a couple of pals... however not being a big fan of the indie music that was showcasing i felt somewhat out of place.
Until...
Some big hairy arsemonger emerged out of the crowd and shook my hand!
needless to say i was delighted to finally be accepted at a gig crammed with numerous indie cindies and generic arses!
The hairy man... or "Hagrid" as I lovingly named him, whilst shaking my hand commented that my drumming was fucking brilliant earlier on in the gig.
Now normal me would have said "No... oh no mate you've got the wrong person"... but i needed to feel accepted!
I'm waiting for a call from him to arrange a jam session...
Oh the glorious extent lies take you!
(, Fri 16 Jan 2009, 0:01, 1 reply)
Ahh,random nutters you meet at gigs... You get a click for exposing the indi-going drones as a bunch of spoilt morons. Well done, sir!
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SpankyHanky, Fri 16 Jan 2009, 9:14,
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