Nothing funny
I lived in Sheffield for 8 years in the nineties and, although this is obviously a rose tinted memory, used to love going to the Headcharge night at the Arches. Everyone wore what the fuck they wanted to, took what the fuck they wanted to and everyone was chilled out, E'd up and there for the tunes. I never once witnessed any trouble or saw any sexual tension. Everyone seemed to be there for the tunes and danced the night away in blissful peace.
On the other extreme I once went to a karate competition, near Exeter, camped there for a week, during Easter, and went to a proper townie club. It was all shirts and chinos with the blokes, and as much as I was apprehensive going in there (I've always hated these fuckin' places but was there to placate a mate) I was amazed that all these townies were dead friendly and I never once felt bad vibes ( I had long hair and was wering denims and leather). I'll never forget that. Townies don't necessarily mean a bunch of aggro cunts, there are exceptions to the rule and Exeter c.1998 was one of them.

No funnies, just thought I'd share- ya lucky fucks.
(Dellamorte Dellamore Fuck it all, fuck it up, fuck it., Sat 11 Apr 2009, 23:14, Reply)