Breezy today, and gray. At least three streets smelt of pesto, but that's probably unrelated. I overuse fullstops when I'm being descriptive. I'm going for the punchy, over-punctuated style often found in books, etc.
My friend wants me to go up to Leeds on the 14th of April, he's doing the DJ vibe in some club or another. I have my misgivings, however, namely occupying an unknown club and sparking meaningless banter with sub-northeners: 'Hi, I'm friends with the DJ'. They'll probably bottle me, then draw lots on my clothing whilst I sleep soundly amidst shard-glass islands in an ever-growing pool of skull brine.
^ worst-case scenario.
Best-case scenario would see me being a hit with the leading British techno-mongs, scoring with a depressed girl and being vomited on. Then, when my friend's finished his set, we can wade through the numbed throng. Some of whom will be enjoying their 10th '15 minutes' of the night with noticeable insufflation burn. The early hours will be spent in a quiet corner, discussing the 'old days' over pints of something foamy and nut-brown.
can't wait.
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