House Parties
‘If rocking the house is a crime…then let me be guilty’. Not my words, Carol, the words of proto ravecore pioneers Genaside II. We all love a party – or do we?
There always used to be a girl crying on the stairs, who’d drunk too much vodka. Or someone would crap in the bath. What’s the most revolting/hilarious thing you’ve seen at a party? The worst house-trashing you’ve seen?
- This Weeks question from Richard Mcbeef IB
( , Fri 9 Oct 2015, 9:36)
‘If rocking the house is a crime…then let me be guilty’. Not my words, Carol, the words of proto ravecore pioneers Genaside II. We all love a party – or do we?
There always used to be a girl crying on the stairs, who’d drunk too much vodka. Or someone would crap in the bath. What’s the most revolting/hilarious thing you’ve seen at a party? The worst house-trashing you’ve seen?
- This Weeks question from Richard Mcbeef IB
( , Fri 9 Oct 2015, 9:36)
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A Fishy Tale
In the late 70's, kid's house parties were rife. Parents were often at the local social club till the early hours, which meant unattended kids had parties with fags, weed and booze - not in massive supply - but enough for inhibitions to ebb away.
One night, armed with bottles of Clan Dew and packs of 10 Players No6, we descended on this house, the owners we didn't know, but gained entrance given our combined scent of Red Lebanese. One of the lads with us was "Suddy". Suddy was a tall unkempt character - a cross between Goofy and an unkempt Mick Jagger that smelt of piss. He also was utter nuts and had many issues.
The party was throughout the house, but the real commotion was in the kitchen. The owners "had" a large collection of tropical fish, and had left the usual tools by the tank. Suddy had took the little net, fished out all the exotic fishies, and fried them!
Yes, in a frying pan. Alive.
Being northen, you can't have fish without peas, so he'd took a tin of marrowfat peas from the cupboard and put those in too.
After a quick stir of the mess, we unanimously decided it was best if we did one. So off we fucked.
The sight of Tropical Kedgeree a la Manchester has never left me.
( , Wed 21 Oct 2015, 9:42, 3 replies)
In the late 70's, kid's house parties were rife. Parents were often at the local social club till the early hours, which meant unattended kids had parties with fags, weed and booze - not in massive supply - but enough for inhibitions to ebb away.
One night, armed with bottles of Clan Dew and packs of 10 Players No6, we descended on this house, the owners we didn't know, but gained entrance given our combined scent of Red Lebanese. One of the lads with us was "Suddy". Suddy was a tall unkempt character - a cross between Goofy and an unkempt Mick Jagger that smelt of piss. He also was utter nuts and had many issues.
The party was throughout the house, but the real commotion was in the kitchen. The owners "had" a large collection of tropical fish, and had left the usual tools by the tank. Suddy had took the little net, fished out all the exotic fishies, and fried them!
Yes, in a frying pan. Alive.
Being northen, you can't have fish without peas, so he'd took a tin of marrowfat peas from the cupboard and put those in too.
After a quick stir of the mess, we unanimously decided it was best if we did one. So off we fucked.
The sight of Tropical Kedgeree a la Manchester has never left me.
( , Wed 21 Oct 2015, 9:42, 3 replies)
I hope that years later, he was stripped of flesh by piranhas, in Karmic retribution
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( , Fri 23 Oct 2015, 14:43, closed)
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