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| Scream and Shout |
2 Jan 2009 15:27:36 GMT |
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2009 opens to cautious optimism.
I had a house-party thing oven at mine, the players being myself, Josh, Pablo, Louise, Neil and Richie. After a few warm-up drinks, we headed to the World's End and the Camden Tup for several rounds. Although the World's End was livelier than the 'Tup, we were able to score a decent table in the latter and exchange tall tales whilst waiting for the alcohol to work its magic.
The next port of call was Primrose Hill where we joined a couple of hundred other revellers at the crest, and saw in the fireworks over London's panorama. The scene itself was more interesting than the fireworks, and the carnival spirit combined with the chinese laterns being launched made it feel like a festival. As we headed down the hill and across Camden market strip, the party was going strong and it was decided that we should finish at the Underworld, of which i had scored tickets earlier that day.
The Underworld was smoky and webbed with a hundred spent cans of silly string, but the party was still in full swing. We indulged in the usual shenanigans and even though London had been blanketed in the freezing cold, the warmth of several hundred bodies had thawed us out within minutes.
As i was dancing, i noticed this rather stunning blonde girl smiling at me. Was it me, or someone behind me? This demanded further investigation. I kept my eyes on her - she was really pretty - and she slowly made her way across to me, pushing aside a number of men who were looking to dance with her.
"Are you a dancer?" she said. I smiled inside.
She was from Finland, and i'm pretty sure she's a web designer (we couldn't hold much of a conversation on the dancefloor). i gathered she was in the UK on a visit with her friend and was heading back the next day. I was thrilled at meeting her - it's rare to find someone as nice as her in London. At the end of the night i saw her off with her friend and i rendezvoused with my friends. We headed back to mine and the combination of booze and sudden warmth got the better of us by 6am.
I awoke at 2pm the next day. By 5pm i was standing over a still-comatose Josh, wandering what to do with him. I had a few ideas, but most involved soiling him in some unspeakable way, so i coaxed him off my futon with an invitation to go play OutRun 2SP down at the Trocadero. He was up like a shot and we headed off to race strangers down Soho.
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