tom_thumbs_blues

The world is a strange and wonderful place.

On Monday night I managed to be in the same pub as quackers for about 3 hours and not see him. How? Rdpixie was also there, but I don't know her so I have an excuse

I was out with my old group of friends, I have known all of them for ten or so years, and we always make the effort to go out during holidays and play football during the day, ensuring that our legs are hurting by the time we go out. We foolishly went to Route's "alternative" night. It was shocking.

The night started out well, the DJ was mixing Jay Z's "99 Problems", with Hendrix's "Voodoo Child" when we came in. Then it started to go downhill, it was noted that everyone was sporting an emo haircut, emo jeans, emo pout and generally looking like pre-pubescent, 17 year old "rebels".

To quote myself - "rebellion is conformity".

The DJ then played wave after wave of shitty emo/pop punk/hip-hop/hop-hip/pretentious Chemical Romance-esque bullshit/whatever it is 5 year olds listen to nowadays. There was a brief respite for "Killing in the Name" by RATM, during which time I may have hurt my voice, due to shouting "fuck you, I won't do what you tell me" repeatedly.

Monday night at route used to be a good night out, maybe it will be again.
When we left at about 1 to get a taxi we met "the most random, drunk slag in Pompey". We were outside the gay bar, and she sat at the bus-stop between me and Tom (the other Tom). She said something like "I don't want to wait with the gays over there, being gay is disgusting", at this point someone (probably me ) said "what's wrong with being gay", joking "most of us are gay". There was then a long, protracted conversation wherein we spun the yarn of one of us being straight (Ben, who dresses like a gay) and the rest of us trying to convert him. In the worst possible taste we detailed our macabre vision of stereotypical gays, while she asked questions like, "why would you want to be gay". I like to think she's still at that bus-stop, waiting for her taxi.

On a more personal note, I feel the need to regress, back to the days when I could go out, snog and grope someone whose name I didn't know, then stagger home in a drunken stupor. Those were the days.