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Thanks for turning up everyone! I had a really good night. Was quite pleasantly off my face before I even got to the pub, having started on the champagne at 4pm.
I was a bit perturbed about the Coast to Coast scenario as my bad hip was being dodgy and I’d be unable to dance, but the trusty late license Mexican place saved the day. I remember eating something called a “Chimmychanga”, simply because it had a good name. Not sure what it was, but a portion of it seemed to go on the floor. I think we were in one of those restaurants that brings out the “trick cutlery” after midnight that results in such mishaps. Sly fuckers.
Anyway, I’m actually still fairly hammered. I got given a free ticket to see the Happy Mondays this afternoon. Their set was quite good, but the whole thing felt a bit like a wake for my 20s… *shudder* Hundreds of beery festival twats collide gracelessly with hundreds of Clapham dwellers in their mid-to-late 30s trying with visible desperation to recover a tarnished half-recalled vision of Madchester...
Was all right sitting in the park when the sun was out, smoking viciously strong weed and listening to music, but when it got cold and damp, and you’re sat there with a hangover listening to the fucking bass player out of the Inspiral Carpets plays his collection of cheesy early 90s house records. It make you wonder... Badly organised and huge gaps with no music. I don’t recall there being quite so much fucking standing about waiting for something to happen in the early 90s.
And Tony Wilson being a twat, and a pill that doesn’t quite kick in properly, and no hip hop, dancehall, soul or reggae to dance to, and being too stoned to even begin to formulate a sentence for vast swathes of the day, and an endless parade of fuckwits getting in your face.
At some point during the evening, when I was particularly inebriated, I received 2 text messages. One was from my dad wishing me a happy birthday, and one was from Illmatic asking how my hangover was. I recall responding with a text about the various drugs I’d been doing this afternoon. Hopefully I sent this to Illmatic. |
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