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Got sightly more of a sleep last night, the last 45 minutes being unintentional as there was a power cut and I wasn’t woken up when I wanted to be. Hey well Jess (from the shop) bought in an iPod charger for me so I am now able to listen to music on my way home. Hurrah! I also got a lift down into Cromer where I was able to purchase a suitable pair of sunglasses (not quite perfect, but at a third the cost of the last pair I’m not complaining) and more sweets than you can shake a very large stick at. Had a long chat to the nice lady in the sweet shop and she’s given me a printout of all their sweeties and the prices so I can just phone in orders to be delivered. I may also have to ask her for the name of a good dentist

Not sure if I mentioned it, but I also forgot my shower gel and shampoo (thankfully there is stuff here I can use). Top tip: Never repack your bag when you’re exhausted. You forget things

So this morning I crawled out of bed at some silly hour in the morning (after not enough sleep) to basically prove a point. And I think I proved it quite well. No one else cares, but that’s not the point Anyway, the result of all this tiredness is that I forgot to pack my iPhone charger so if anyone reads this and is near to Cromer I desperately need an iPod USB cable

I also managed to drop my phenominally expensive sunglasses somewhere in the Zoo when I was helping out [standing arround, getting in the way, annoying the keepers doing the odd tiny task and claiming I was being useful] this morning and I suspect they have been found by someone who’s decided not to hand them in. I am in danger of having to return home on Tuesday looking seriously uncool and being very bored on the train.

Still, on the plus side I managed to get in after my hard days ‘work’ just before the heavans opened and it absolutely pissed it down, which also meant that one of the shop girls got a lift home with my step dad and I was able to hassle her for an iPod cable tomorrow. With all the requests I’ve sent out I may well have 6 of them waiting for me

Proper nights sleep tonight I think. Can’t afford to stay this tired

So how do you avoid a Saturday you’re not looking forward to? Simple. Have a good Friday and extend it somewhat. We’re now on hour 39 and I’m heading back home after a fantastic and varied Friday that has involved meals out, trips to the pub, zoo openings, clubbing and other niceness. Yes, I’ve sacrificed a Saturday for it but that’s no biggie. Anyway, I’m now walking back to the Zoo whereapon I will die for 5.5 hours before dragging my arse out of bed to help out at 8 because, well, I’m an idiot I should point out I reserve the right to ignore my alarm and die for an unspecified amount of time

I think this sums up today perfectly.

Have we still got time?
There was a time I thought
Time when I’d think I thought you knew me
And I knew you
And I’d talk to you and you’d speak to me
And I’d speak to you and you’d talk to me
But there’s no time
It’s a past crossed out, crossed out
Erased with a red line
We never speak at all

It’s over
I want to live
It’s over
I want to live

Something’s gone
It’s the light in your eyes, there’s no light in your eyes
Now you don’t love me
And I don’t love you
But I’m not telling you
Cos you mime and you lie, and you lie when you mime
Now you don’t talk to me
And I don’t talk to you
We’ll never speak again

It’s over
I want to live
It’s over
I want you live
You understand
You understand it must be broken
Destroyed
There’s no chance ’til it’s torn apart from the inside
But I’ll be rid of you
Now I know
Now I know I need it too
Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me
We’ll never speak again

So I’m all packed (apart from laptop which just needs the lid shutting and throwing [gently] in the bag. I’ve showered, woken up, changed and feel almost human. There is a slight problem though. While there are many trains to Norwich there are none to Roughton Road where I need to be until 10:45 (the one earlier than that would require me to be past Ipswitch by now in order for me to catch it. That means I need to kill 2 hours and I’m going to miss the Zoo opening. I think I’ll noodle about on the computer for an hour or so and then go get the 09:22 which means limited waiting about for other trains and get to Cromer for 12:00 whereupon I’ll probably just die until 6pm when the ‘yay we’ve opened’ party starts. At least my phone will be charged when I leave.

I’ll easily make it home alive. Not sure my phone will though. It’s looking decidedly low on power. Going to have to stop blogging, turn the screen off and listen to music rather than watch Babylon 5 on the way home. Let’s hope it can manage to provide me with tunes until I get home and can charge it.

I’ve been meaning to go to this club since I first heard about it 3+ months ago but I’ve found of hard to get concrete information about when it was on or even if it was still going. Ironically the one night I do get confirmation about (yay facebook) was the last ever one. Anyhoos I toddled over, glowsticks in hand to see what, if anything, I’d been missing out on.

The flyers and website listed the types of music as EBM (good), Industrial (good), bleepy (probably good), goth (hmmm) and WTF? (could be anything) so I figured it would be a fairly safe bet that I’d enjoy it but there was the slight concern that it would be way too much goth and not enough good stuff (I’m looking at you Inferno). 5 hours is a long time to be stuck in a club by yourself with crap music.

The club itself is under the railway arches at London bridge so after a warm welcome to me and my “lovely money” at the door I walked into the first arch which was the bar and a large seating area. The next arch was the dancefloor. There didn’t seem to be any more to the club other than toilets so I grabbed a drink and investigated the dancefloor.

It was pretty obvious that this was a club that people went to be seen at rather than to dance. Still, the music was good, if a little cheesy so I had a bit of a boogie (sans glowsticks) for 15 minutes or so.

At midnight we were told there was a show in the other room. Turns out there was a third arch that had previously been closed off. The show was some bizarre performance art piece that seemed to involve a girl cutting herself out of her clothes until she was rather quote naked. I only caught a few bits of it as I really wasn’t interested and just stuck my head round the corner every now and then.

Meanwhile the goth set started in ernest on the dancefloor. We’re talking real trad goth two steps in, two steps out wavy hands stuff here (with everyone going at different speeds which is always amusing). Not being a huge goth fan I sat it out.

At about 12:30 the show finished and the second dancefloor opened. For 30 minutes there was what was possibly the WTF set. I didn’t know any of the tracks and no one was really on the dancefloor.

By 1am I was getting a bit worried that I was in for a bit of a long night. I’d danced to a few things but it was more bouncing about to New Model Army than waving my arms about like a loon to good stuff. Thankfully the industrial set started in the second room. I’m not one to scoff at some Ministry and NiN so some good old fashioned bouncing about was had (not quite fit enough to bounce like a loon to the whole of Stigmata). After the industrial came the EBM and out came the glowsticks. 2 and a half hours later and I was soaking wet and wishing that this wasn’t the last track.

Other highlights include me being complimented on my tshirt a few times (it was the Damaged Goods one), and a few people doing the whole we’re not worthy thing as I waved various colour of glow about in front of the throng (club wasn’t big enough for it to be a crowd).

Given I’m now a member of Slimelight I’m not sure if I’d go to this club every month but since it’s closing that’s a bit of a moot point. Still, I’m busy tomorrow night so no slimelight so it made for am interesting alternative where I didn’t end up talking to Germans (every time I talk to people at clubs they turn out to be German… or French).

So its 04:42, the first train is at 05:30 and I’m surprisingly awake. Given death doesn’t seem to be iminent I choose cake (c.f. Eddie Izzard). My current plan is to make this zoo opening if it kills me (err… I’ll blog about it later in case you don’t know, but basically my step dad runs a zoo). Getting the train home, having a shower, grabbing bags and getting the first train to Cromer. The shower is key. A) I stink. 4 hours solid dancing in a hot club (more about that later) means I’ve been sweating like a really sweaty thing that sweats a lot. B) it will wake me up some more and help propel me to north Norfolk.

Of course the cake could be a lie (c.f. Portal) and I could just get home and crash. Death, when it comes, is going to be swift and brutal but I would like to stave it off until 11 or so. That will mean I’ve been up for 26+ hours but I’ve done that loads of times before (admittedly when I wasn’t quite this old )

Ultraviolence, Death Of A Child would be high up list of tracks to add to the “I’ve been dumped” playlist and is great for listening too when you’re just feeling wretched. Had I had this song on my iPod a year and a day ago it would have been listening to it over and over. As it was I ended up listening to a lot of very loud, very aggressive music which I’ve kind of gone off a bit now due to overplaying and the connotations it has. Hopefully I won’t be feeling too wretched this weekend and who knows, with everything I have planned I might even have fun.

Where it hurts…
Where it hurts…
Where it hurts… [Well I wanted the stars to shine and I wanted you to love me]
Where it hurts… [Well I wanted the stars to shine and I wanted you to love me]
Where it hurts…
Where it hurts…

Incidently I ended up having to email the guy who wrote the song to find out what the lyrics actually said. His reply was:

Hi Dom

Johnny

Personally I love finding out about this kind of stuff (I keep renting movies based on samples in songs I listen to).