Another Short Blog
Hey All,
Went out the the retro club thing, which was different to how I expected. It felt more like a fancy dress party than a proper club event.
Interesting folk, questionable music, hot and crowded. I didn't really care, I looked damn good in the suit I had put together.
The funniest thing that happened to me was the reaction of a Malaysian girl after asking me my age. When I told her I was 29, she briefly refused to talk to me anymore because 'I don't talk to liars.'
Then I showed her my driving license, and she refused to believe that I was Australian because my accent is soft enough that I can actually say 'water' as opposed to 'war-dah'.
Club lights are supposed to make people look young. They called the lights in the bathrooms 'Suicide Lights' because when people see themselves under the fluourescent tubes the suddenly look ten years older.
On to Slimelight, when the crowd was a bit depleted by all the Fetish inclined folk beating each other up at Torture Garden. I still had fun, and some of my absent friends turned up later.
It may be true that Slimelight can be a dirty bunker full of freakish people dancing to ugly music, but it is still the best place to hole up until the tubes start running on a sunday morning. In the ascence of a Fatboys Cafe it is next best thing (if they served four dollar breakfast, it would be perfect).
I just had a look over at http://wrongquestions.blogspot.com/ again. It terms of writing long blogs, this girl has me beat. Although she does have me beat for writing culture critiques instead of the everything/nothing stuff that I tend to fall into.
Anyways, gotta go.
Over and out.
J
Went out the the retro club thing, which was different to how I expected. It felt more like a fancy dress party than a proper club event.
Interesting folk, questionable music, hot and crowded. I didn't really care, I looked damn good in the suit I had put together.
The funniest thing that happened to me was the reaction of a Malaysian girl after asking me my age. When I told her I was 29, she briefly refused to talk to me anymore because 'I don't talk to liars.'
Then I showed her my driving license, and she refused to believe that I was Australian because my accent is soft enough that I can actually say 'water' as opposed to 'war-dah'.
Club lights are supposed to make people look young. They called the lights in the bathrooms 'Suicide Lights' because when people see themselves under the fluourescent tubes the suddenly look ten years older.
On to Slimelight, when the crowd was a bit depleted by all the Fetish inclined folk beating each other up at Torture Garden. I still had fun, and some of my absent friends turned up later.
It may be true that Slimelight can be a dirty bunker full of freakish people dancing to ugly music, but it is still the best place to hole up until the tubes start running on a sunday morning. In the ascence of a Fatboys Cafe it is next best thing (if they served four dollar breakfast, it would be perfect).
I just had a look over at http://wrongquestions.blogspot.com/ again. It terms of writing long blogs, this girl has me beat. Although she does have me beat for writing culture critiques instead of the everything/nothing stuff that I tend to fall into.
Anyways, gotta go.
Over and out.
J
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