What's annoying me:
Matey walking up and down the plane to 'stretch'. Why the slow weird strut like your better than the rest of us sitting here in our poorly advised stretchy jean travel wear? I don't want your posturing buttocks up in my grill with your badly fitting trousers and jumper made of hemp. Piss off into business class and drink your complimentary evian you dick.
Also, toilet queue etiquette seems to have been abandoned. Don't give it the old man, hunch back, walking round in beige socks one with me - we all gotta piss buddy! Stop avoiding my eyeballing and as Harry Balafonte once said, jump in the line motherfucker.
Nice guy next to me though. Returning home to Sri Lanka for the first time in 5 years after finishing an accountancy degree in London. His parents don't know he's coming home, it's a surprise for new year. I thought that was nice. He recommended me some places to visit. Sadly I could hardly understand a flipping word.
Im joining my dear friend Ed King in Sri Lanka. Despite missing out on the height of Acid House rave culture, thanks to Ed i was able to chomp hard on a couple of rave fruits that he shook from the tree into the Birmingham Dance Factory during the early 90's. The 3 original frequency nights Ed put on there remain to this day some of the most edgy & exciting club nights ive been to. Cheers Ed for giving me that sniff of the barmaid's apron. Great times and happy (hardcore) memories.
As a doth of my cap to those times ive posted this modern spin on Acid House by DJ Harry Bennett.
Anthology of American Acid House Vol. 3: Slow Motion Acid by DJ Harry Bennett
I hate planes and being rammed in them sucks. People in your face on valium, booze and in a cloud of body odour and patchouli (if you're going to Goa).
ReplyDeleteThe Valium and booze bit don't sound so bad Barn!
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