Try moshing with a chav
Well i was at Green Day in Milton Keynes, with some gr8 mates, 1 of whom came along cos she's best mates with the others. And she's a fucking chav. So we did our best; made her wear Converse, trained her in the basics of punk rock etc. So the great day came. Jimmy Eat World supporting, and i absobloodylutely love them, so i was determined to get to the front, or at least the edges of the moshpit. Chavvy decides that she will join me. Well OK then, but don't fall over, keep away from fighting guys and hang on to me. OK sure! she says, certain that being in a boiling crowd of sweaty, headbanging, testorone fuelled apeshit punk rockers in just as simple as wiggling about at a pikey club.
So we get near as possible to the front. And she's having some second thoughts when she sees how tightly packed the black-clad crowd is. But as she is proud she would not give in and sufficed to look intensely worried.
Jimmy Eat World come on. Legends. As they are incredible they play my favourite songs first. Small mosh fight started in front of us, so i tell Chavvy to move back to avoid pain. Does she? Does she fuck. So we get caught up in the jumping-up-and-down-like-a-maniac-while-punching-people fest. Im having a great time, getting practically molested from all the shoving and compression, digging in my New Rocks to stop falling over while leaping. I look round to see the poor pikey with her cap knocked off and one of her (MY) chucks trodden off. She looked like she wasabout to cry and was begging me to take her out. SO, baring the shame of having to push OUT of a pit DURING MY FAVOURITE SONG i dragged her out, grabbing my poor trainers as i went.
There really was no need for that.
Apologies for length, but im tired (had to get up at 7 next day, so 3 hours sleep, and coursework to do)
(Fireinzehole, Tue 21 Jun 2005, 19:04, Reply)