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She's an Easy Lover
May. 11th, 2008 11:17 pmOn my way to Feeling Gloomy last night, I noticed a couple looking at me and whispering. He seemed to lean close to her and ask "what does it say?" She looked at my T-shirt and whispered something back to him. When the tube train arrived at Angel station, they stood up to leave and, as they walked past me, he gestured his sunglasses towards me and said "that's a very cool T-shirt."
My T-shirt said "Kill 'Em All and Let God Sort 'Em Out", a perfectly reasonable motto for this day and age.
The night was, unsurprisingly, warm, wonderful and full of very boisterous, horny people. Before we went into Feeling Gloomy, we met at a nearby Wetherspoons pub.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
suzi and I had a good hour to ourselves before the others arrived. We updated each other on potentially lucrative radio shows and exciting publishing deals. She'd been waiting all week to hear some salacious gossip from me, but in the end it wasn't big news anymore after someone's indiscretion the day before. The thing with gossip is that you very rarely have the pleasure these days of delivering it fresh and new. There's always someone, somewhere, with a big nose who knows - who trips you up and laughs when you fall.
zara, jane, kevin, cat and Ian arrived more or less at the same time. One of my brasilian friends ditched us for another club without even having the decency to let me know; another one showed up later in the night, then left early when he realized Feeling Gloomy wasn't very gay.
There wasn't enough misery and gloom to satiate me. No Sisters of Mercy. No Pet Shop Boys. No Siouxsie and the Banshees. After a solid hour of fairly good stuff the DJ started playing The Beatles and Bob Dylan, instantlyl killing my mojo. Highlight of the night was Depeche Mode's "Enjoy the Silence", which made Suzi throw herself into my arms and brought our group of friends back to life. Special mention goes to the little waltz/lambada Jane and I did to Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart" and the hand butterflies I found myself doing with Zara to *I think* The Cure's "Lovecats". Dishonorable mention goes to Suzi and I mouthing every word to a Phil Collins song while Kevin laughed at us, when I don't even like Phil Collins! Kids, alcohol does bad things to you.
Unbeknownst to Kevin and I, the girls were popping outside every once in a while for a fag and a photograph. By 2 a.m., Kevin and I were tired and hungry (light weights!) so we decided to head home. We found Jane sitting on the bench outside, chatting to the singer from the indie band that was playing when we first arrived. We said our goodbyes and caught the 277 home. I fell asleep on the couch while watching a french drama about a woman who gives up on men and decides to become a lesbian, only to be woken up by Kevin hovering two slices of cheese pizza in my face. I did not dance my way to bed.
My T-shirt said "Kill 'Em All and Let God Sort 'Em Out", a perfectly reasonable motto for this day and age.
The night was, unsurprisingly, warm, wonderful and full of very boisterous, horny people. Before we went into Feeling Gloomy, we met at a nearby Wetherspoons pub.
suzi and I had a good hour to ourselves before the others arrived. We updated each other on potentially lucrative radio shows and exciting publishing deals. She'd been waiting all week to hear some salacious gossip from me, but in the end it wasn't big news anymore after someone's indiscretion the day before. The thing with gossip is that you very rarely have the pleasure these days of delivering it fresh and new. There's always someone, somewhere, with a big nose who knows - who trips you up and laughs when you fall.zara, jane, kevin, cat and Ian arrived more or less at the same time. One of my brasilian friends ditched us for another club without even having the decency to let me know; another one showed up later in the night, then left early when he realized Feeling Gloomy wasn't very gay.There wasn't enough misery and gloom to satiate me. No Sisters of Mercy. No Pet Shop Boys. No Siouxsie and the Banshees. After a solid hour of fairly good stuff the DJ started playing The Beatles and Bob Dylan, instantlyl killing my mojo. Highlight of the night was Depeche Mode's "Enjoy the Silence", which made Suzi throw herself into my arms and brought our group of friends back to life. Special mention goes to the little waltz/lambada Jane and I did to Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart" and the hand butterflies I found myself doing with Zara to *I think* The Cure's "Lovecats". Dishonorable mention goes to Suzi and I mouthing every word to a Phil Collins song while Kevin laughed at us, when I don't even like Phil Collins! Kids, alcohol does bad things to you.
Unbeknownst to Kevin and I, the girls were popping outside every once in a while for a fag and a photograph. By 2 a.m., Kevin and I were tired and hungry (light weights!) so we decided to head home. We found Jane sitting on the bench outside, chatting to the singer from the indie band that was playing when we first arrived. We said our goodbyes and caught the 277 home. I fell asleep on the couch while watching a french drama about a woman who gives up on men and decides to become a lesbian, only to be woken up by Kevin hovering two slices of cheese pizza in my face. I did not dance my way to bed.
