Trade on Sunday morning:
Wrong, wrong, WROOOOOONG!!!!!!
That place is sooooo twisted it's almost not funny!
Some lovely old skool moments from the likes of KLF
etc.
(Lots of 'jumping up and down screaming whilst holding onto my head for dear life' moments!)
Got soooo wasted to the point where I was talking to the tiles in the toilet cubicle (I swear those cubicles are designed to funk with your head - it's like one big optical illusion!). Put it this way, whilst trying to pee, I was trying to shoo bats and pigeons away that were flying around tweaking my hair and saying, "Do you mind? I'm trying to wee!" out loud to a man that was a figment of my imagination. BIG oh dear.
Then there was the phone game - A certain Jamie and I were throwing his phone around because we 'wanted to see what would happen'. I'm a bit worried as to how far this game will progress (nearly threw my shoes out of the taxi window on Bethnal Green Road for the same reason).
In the end I had to be escorted home because everyone was worried about my 'strange' behaviour. At that point I was looking at the husband and wondering who the bloke was that he was talking to. On second glance I realised he wasn't talking to anyone...the man was in fact another Aleix and I was seeing double. They were even gesticulating at each other - oh dear.
...and then there was the trashy tranny headbanging with her hand bag and leopard skin coat under her arm - flicking her fair everywhere for effect. Fabulous! Just fabulous!!!
Mad place, should have been made illegal years ago. It's just not right.
Still knocks spots off all the rest all these years later...who ever liked that V___ place anyway??? It's the best night ever!...at least till Pushca next week anyway!
Now I'm a little tiny bit worried about my pickled brain and how it will perform at work.
(I have tiny anxieties that Danny Rampling won't be wrong enough now - I've never been to a non-Trade night at Turnmills b4.)
Wrong, wrong, WROOOOOONG!!!!!!
That place is sooooo twisted it's almost not funny!
Some lovely old skool moments from the likes of KLF
etc.(Lots of 'jumping up and down screaming whilst holding onto my head for dear life' moments!)
Got soooo wasted to the point where I was talking to the tiles in the toilet cubicle (I swear those cubicles are designed to funk with your head - it's like one big optical illusion!). Put it this way, whilst trying to pee, I was trying to shoo bats and pigeons away that were flying around tweaking my hair and saying, "Do you mind? I'm trying to wee!" out loud to a man that was a figment of my imagination. BIG oh dear.
Then there was the phone game - A certain Jamie and I were throwing his phone around because we 'wanted to see what would happen'. I'm a bit worried as to how far this game will progress (nearly threw my shoes out of the taxi window on Bethnal Green Road for the same reason).
In the end I had to be escorted home because everyone was worried about my 'strange' behaviour. At that point I was looking at the husband and wondering who the bloke was that he was talking to. On second glance I realised he wasn't talking to anyone...the man was in fact another Aleix and I was seeing double. They were even gesticulating at each other - oh dear.
...and then there was the trashy tranny headbanging with her hand bag and leopard skin coat under her arm - flicking her fair everywhere for effect. Fabulous! Just fabulous!!! Mad place, should have been made illegal years ago. It's just not right.
Still knocks spots off all the rest all these years later...who ever liked that V___ place anyway??? It's the best night ever!...at least till Pushca next week anyway!
Now I'm a little tiny bit worried about my pickled brain and how it will perform at work.
(I have tiny anxieties that Danny Rampling won't be wrong enough now - I've never been to a non-Trade night at Turnmills b4.)
