Forgot, in all the excitement of the first days back here, to let you know how Tues night went. Two words: it sucked. It was much busier than normal, which we can attribute to naive Freshers trying out new clubs and so forth, but there was no excuse for the pants selection of music. Where was AFI, NFG, RBF, Less Than Jake, Av Lav, Lit, The Atari's, and others?! Nowhere to be seen. Instead the DJs appeared to be content with maximising ticket sales by playing stuff they thought everyone would like, at the risk of alienating their usual crowd. Stuff like Blur and Pulp, singing about how everyone is common and the same. Even the metal room seemed to have gone commercialised (Korn, Limp B.) instead of playing their usual Rancid, NOFX, Finch, etc. The only plus of the night was the usual cheap entry fee and cheap drinks. Something to nullify the tedium and aural pain with.
Comedy was provided earlier when we went to Drydock about 9. Being "£1 a pint" night there was of course a massive queue outside, (maybe 40-50 ppl?) so we tried to steal a march on them by going around the back and climbing up there. Of course, one of the staff drying glasses saw us, who in turn alerted a bouncer, who ordered me and Dan down. Bob managed to climb over before the bouncer caught him, but not before losing one of his shoes in a seemingly-impossible-to-retrieve location. Bob was thrown out about half an hour later when he ordered something at the bar and asked the bar girl if she could get his shoe. What a wally ;)
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