Actually writing a blog post and describing one of my hatreds...
Wednesday night - Gareth Emery at Club Dream in Miami. I don't know whose dream the layout of this club was derived from. Maybe someone who masturbates at the sight of a bunch of money, into said bunch of money. I guess thats where the term 'money shot' comes from. But the Let me demonstrate why I'll never see one of my favourite DJ's perform at a club with my always conclusive and insightful illustrations:



So yeh, for three hours (while GE played) they had this huge roped off section empty hoping some sucker would drop uber amounts of dosh. It was painful trying to dance with my feet in such a crowd so I resorted to finger pointing high up into the air to the beat. Fairies started tumbling out of the holes I was poking in the air. They then formed up into a Fairyzord and beat me about with an ocarina of time.

Back in Sydney they'd have the DJ play in a fk off big warehouse. Always room to move, and only people there who've come for the DJ - not to be seen in some wankish club. Paying to reserve a seat gets you the ire of the rest of the patrons because its the biggest amount of suck that befalls a club goer who can only drum up the courage to talk to girls on the dance floor.
(lemonadegame, Thu 31 Mar 2011, 20:05, 5 replies)

Nie rozumiem...
What is it you hate?
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Thu 31 Mar 2011, 20:24, closed)

Not being able to see specific a spot in a darkened room, I think.

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Thu 31 Mar 2011, 21:36, closed)

Heh...nie rozumiem
That's my favourite saying :)
( snee held his breath since, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 12:45, closed)

I just think it sums it up best.
I know, and have heard, the phrase in a few languages and it's the best one -- in my opinion.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Fri 1 Apr 2011, 17:28, closed)

Trance is fucking bent though.
Music for plebs, nonces, paedos and teenyboppers.
(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Thu 31 Mar 2011, 20:28, closed)