So yeah, I write this while many others will still be boogying on down. Why am I here instead of being with them? Well, for one, I wouldn’t be able to get home otherwise and two, it wasn’t all that exciting…
I met up with Jordan, Carl, Siobhan and Simon outside Waterstones at 7 which, in all honesty, was the best time of the night. Jordan got Sprite (Which, for those who don’t know, is a bad idea), and we headed to Roadmender to find John.
After waiting around for Jacks new girl to arrive, we gave up and went in. Nothing actually happened for a good 20 minutes and in that time I was still quite buzzing from the time we had earlier.
Then the same way played. They weren’t all that bad, despite what the majority think. 
Sure, it was a bit loud to hear… anything happening, but it wasn’t bad at all. Steve Kay had to drag me up to the roof terrace for their finale, didn’t he… It’s not my fault he was drunk already…
Then Mitch started to DJ. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m all for a little dance music, but there’s a time when it becomes too much, too soon. That quickly became apparent. I usually get into it by then, but I really wasn’t. I mean, reading back on that whole Molly’s Bar thing, it was the whole party atmosphere which made it fun. Shove some cheesy party songs in there. Go on. Be a rebel.
Then that just happened for ages, then I went. Carl wasn’t feeling all that great, and Neil S got chucked out for having a fake ID, but I’m not one to spread rumours.
Now I’m here. Reflecting on what a dire £5 it was. Plan it better, please. I’ll go to your next one, though. I’m willing to give the benefit of the doubt. I understand you’re new to this routine…
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