Mad Ferrets, Pink Toothbrushes and Kinky Schoolboys.
Bank Holiday Weekender Bender is about to climax in an event to end all events, the Sam's Nightclub School Disco. Tonight I will mostly be shaving off my beard, and dressing up as a schoolboy, or possibly Hitler. Or possibly Young Hitler, the School Years.
Thursday night was memorable. The Pink Toothbrush in Rayliegh, which has apparently been there for years and apparently never cleaned its floor in all those years. I had difficulty walking due to the stickiness. Much like any other Indie club, except quite big, and in Essex. Added bonus of the night was Bez from the Mondays, who grunted, mooed and oinked along to the early 90's Madchester type stuff (think Happy Mondays, Soup Dragons, Inspiral Carpets) and a liberal sprinkling of dancefloor staples like Rage Against the Machine, House of Pain, etc. It was just like the Bay in the Golden Age (1995-98). I got talked to by a girl! I think. Or a hairy short man, it was dark. I left early to take the air as it was jolly hot and smoky in there, shortly after this, mat followed me propelled by a Bouncer. We don't know why he was evicted to this day. On arriving home, I fell down some stairs and landeed in mat's pants where I bruised my face on something hard. A clothes horse.
Friday we went to the Swan in the 'wood highstreet, where I was randomly laughed at by the Chinese barmaid and JP ignored us in favour of a ladyfriend. Or ladyboy. Not sure, didn't get introduced. Swan wasn't open till 1am, but kebab shop still shut on the way home. Rubbish.
Saturday went to Sainsburys. Matthew enquired "wheres the beans" in my general direction, a message which was intercepted by a very old man who presumably still lives in WWII, shouted "BEANS!", gestured at the beans next to us, and staggered around looking like he was about to die while we walked stony-faced away. Then pissed ourselves laughing. Ghost Dog? "Passenger Pigeon". Extinct in 1914.
This evening's account still to come...
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