Well, here's one of my legendary tales that headfuzz will also remember and probably laugh at me even more for now.
Ok, my first time in Hum in london at the old fortress. I used to live in london so have plenty of friends up there still. One of whom said he'd come along and was quite used to taking 'rugs and what not.
So we've had a few drinks before we get there. It's still light outside when we go inside on a nice summers day. We both decide to take 2 little fella's each to really have a pumping night.
Half hour later and he wouldn't let go of me. Now, you may think that's not a literal term, but no... He seriously would not let go of me. Oh how the bouncers wanted to chuck this person who looked wasted out, but were slightly unsure of whether we were just a very close gay couple.
Now, I don't mind looking after mates who have gone a bit loopy but 6hrs of this ground me down a little. Especially as everyone really did just assume we were a nice, but slightly wasted, couple  .
When he came round he thought he'd been a little loopy for half an hour!
And the funniest thing, when I got back to brighton, my old flatmate Kwis came back from work almost the following work day with a pink, slightly fluffy bag and a copy of 'Gay Bar' on 7" vinyl in there as a tribute to my night out.
And secondly, I would apologise for the bad use of the english language throughout that piece but, I dont really care  |
