give it a go i thought...get yourself back on the roundabout i thought....can't stay in drinking and reading forever i thought...need to socialise with the masses i thought...
but no...that's it...im all done.
im sorry i ever doubted you books and records and boozo....will you take me back?
something snapped tonight when i was stood in 'britains longest running alternative nightclub'...after pleading with at least 12 water thin jd and cokes for a bit of drunken respite,.. nothing came and so i was left...cold and lucid and painfully sober whilst masses of decorated cunt jobs all kicked and shouted to tenacious d....'sing michael sing'...well no...i couldn't sing.......i couldn't sing one tiny bit.
anyway....like i said, that's me and clubs done. no more twats to jostle past. no more gormless standing around for watered down piss. no more suffocating hoping that some poor girl will take a shine to your miserable gurn. no more dancing like a corpse with a cattle prod up its arse to smells like teen spirit. im fucking done.
new life rule: i will only go to a club if is a fetid, dripping bunker that only deals in music recorded before 1968. anything else can fuck off. off, off, fuck right off.