3.11.09

NIGHT TWO : MORE MAX OUT

HALLOWEEN DAY TWO: THERE ARE LESS PICTURES ON THE BLOG FOR THIS NIGHT, BUT CHECK OUT THE FACEBOOK. ALL I CAN SAY IS THAT IT WAS MORE MENTAL, AND MORE DRESSY. THE MESSIAH WAS RESURRECTED AS A TRANNY ZOMBIE JESUS, THERE WAS A GEORGIAN AMY WINEHOUSE FROM HELL ON CRACK, A COLLISION BETWEEN ANNA NICOLE SMITH, GAGA AND A PVC FACTORY AND, OF COURSE, COPIUS AMOUNTS OF FAKE BLOOD. OH YES. AND A FROG.

WE FREQUENTED THE DEAD HEROES PARTY IN DALSTON. IT HAD CLAIMED IT WAS A WAREHOUSE RAVE. WE TURNED UP TO AN INSURMOUNTABLE QUEUE, WHICH WE TRAVERSED, GOT IN, AND TO OUR COMPLETE DISMAY, REALISED THAT WE, ALONG WITH 900 OTHERS, HAD BEEN DUPED. THIS WAS NO WAREHOUSE. IT WAS A SNOOKER HALL. IN DALSTON. REPLETE WITH TABLES, BEING USED AS DANCE PODIUMS (RIA).

THE DOOR WHORE LOST HER TEETH HALF WAY THROUGH BY FALLING FROM SAID SNOOKER TABLE, SOME TWATS KEPT DANCING WITH A BIN LINER AND A STRETCHY PIECE OF LYCRA, AND LOADS OF REALLY QUITE INEFFECTUAL BANDS KEPT PLAYING (CLUB COOL INDEED.)

THERE WAS EVEN A SIGHTING OF THE RARE CREATURE OF THE NIGHT KNOWN ONLY AS THE 'YAU', THOUGH, LIKE EVERY GOOD CELEB, SHE WAS TRYING TO COVER HER FACE UNDER A WEAVE OF BLACK COTTON WOOL.

THE NIGHT WAS SAVED BY THE DJ THAT WAS BUSTER BENNET, WHO I'M TOLD WAS SPOTTED ON OLD STREET OUTSIDE SOMERFIELD THE FOLLOWING EVENING EATING A KEBAB ON HIS OWN. ALONE TIME WITH A KEBAB - NICE.

IT MIGHT HAVE SEEMED A BIT LIKE A NORTHERN WEDDING (BILLY, RIA, ASH) BUT IT TURNED OUT ALRIGHT IN THE END. AND AGAIN, WE DID ALL LOOK RATHER BRILLIANT.

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