The last time I went night-clubbing was about five years ago.
It was of course a drunken night - a reunion of sorts - a friend from university had come down to visit, and several of us decided to go to Camden because we still thought it was quite a cool place to go.

We ended up at The World's End nightclub; our student haunt, and gleefully remembered the way to the cloakroom, and the bar, and our favourite table.

But Christ it was shit.

For a start I didn't know ANY of the music they were playing. ANY of it.

And it was too loud. I grew up knowing that if it's too loud then you're too old, but this was just stupid - I remember it being loud but fuck - this was just ridiculous.

But then The Stone Roses came on - Waterfall. That beautiful, almost onomatopoeic opening riff, and I grabbed my friend excitedly - "COME ON!" I shouted right down his lug-hole - "LET'S GO AND HAVE SOME TO THIS!"

And it was then that I saw The Girl.

A very pretty little girl - she can't have been any more than 18. She was accompanied by an equally pretty little friend. The Girl was likewise shouting into her friend's ear excitedly. By the madness of nightclub acoustics, I overheard what she shouted to her friend over that beautiful riff.

"COME ON!" she shouted, "LET'S GO AND HAVE SOME TO THIS - I LOVE ALL THIS OLD SHIT!"

She lives under my patio now.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 7 Jun 2012, 14:12, 2 replies)

I'm not sure if you've killed her or married her.
Either way, it's sorted.
( BrokenCoccyx doesn't mind if you grope on, Thu 7 Jun 2012, 14:43, closed)

Roses
I spilled beer on my Heaton Park tickets last night, hope they accept them slightly smudged.
(Figmaus, Thu 7 Jun 2012, 15:46, closed)