Went to this cold and dirty party in the arse end of nowhere, hackney and learned what techno means. It means relentless, like sampling an explosion and playing it backwards. Every second. For 8 hours. Loud as hell. Fun though.
Met up with lands and dan and sasha.
Caught the bus to nowhere.
Was dark as well as cold inside.
Back to my place.
The bus home was impossible, so i made up get a cab. It was the right thing to do.
Sam came back.
As did dan
Whisky turned up later.
Planet angel chilled.
Come the afternoon those of up still left (me and whisky and james) walked over to chilled.
Og pete was there
With a friend
Sly one was feeling knackered, he'd been up all night too.
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