Last night I truely enjoyed a night out in London, I was reunited with my old friend R, mingled with Posers at Off Modern a La Elephant and Castle, met a Marxist, nearly got dragged down in a Scenester filled mosh pit watching Bo Ningen; who I thought were a bunch of Psychadelic Anarchists Brilliant! despite the hype I liked them.
Watched digital Art on a comfy sofa whilst mildly drunk on huge wide screen. Trippy.
I was so ecstatic in finally meeting up with R I didn't give a Flying F*** about the Posers.I would have been happy wherever he took me. He makes me laugh such a nutjob apologising for the space in a club. It's a shame about the Pedestal I'm on...we are still the same goofy kids bonding over The Cramps and The Cure I'm still the weird girl with the wild hair, boots and short skirt, just wiser. I still want him as my own but I don't think he'll ever outgrow his akwardness. Shame.
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