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As we know these after clubbing posts van be just a little incoherent due to exhaustion, sleep deprivation and the fact I tend to write them just to keep my brain going. When I crash I crash hard and I need to be at home, in bed otherwise god knows where I’ll end up.
Today has been longer than usual. Sedition was out of house at 9pm, club at 11, leave at 5, home in bed for 7. This has been out of house at 5:45, club for 8 and leaving at 6. Problem is I meant to leave at 7. A combination of being knackered and being lysdexic meant I thought it was 7 and only realised my error after I’d left the club (no re-admission) . Since it’s a Sunday trains home don’t start until 7:30 meaning i’ve got over an hour to kill in Liverpool Street Station. All I can say is Thank God For The iPhone. Once I’ve done whittering at you lot I’ll watch a few episodes of Babylon 5 to keep me occupied.
So, the night. I went early as entry to Slimelight requires you to be a member or to be signed in by one. Not knowing anyone there I wasn’t too keen on loitering outside waiting for someone to take pity on me. Thankfully if you pay to see the bands you get into the club afterwards. So from 8:30 to 11:00 I got to watch three reasonably good live acts all with very cute singers (I seem to be developing a thing for female post-cyberpunk vocalists, either that or I’ve just been lucky with the 10 or so bands I’ve seen this year. In the two and a half hours that went on for I also astounded the bar staff with just how much lemonade I can drink on a night out to the point where they started just giving me pints instead of the small glasses.
At 11:00 I headed into the main club room and people watched for a bit before diving on the dancefloor and waving my little arms about like a madman. At about 1am a couple that my next door neighbour know found me (he’d told them I was going and gave them my number). This meant I now had people to intoduce me to other people and a couple of members to recommend me for membership. Result :-). Between 1 and 4 I alternated between the main dancefloor and talking to my new found friends. I also started dancing with a VERY cute girl who reminded me of Chuggabopps when she was young, innocent and stupid enough to date me. Unfortunately cute girl was whacked out of her brain on something so I contented myself with just dancing with her.
I also befrended James, the guy on the main bar. He was also astounded by just how much liquid I consume in a night so we got talking about my broken kidneys.
Between 4 and 6 there was dancing with randoms (I have absolutly no idea when women are interested in me unless they’re blatant so nothing happened. I really need someone to fly wing who can spot these things) and I started wilting. I was just getting a second wind when I thought it was 6:45 and time to leave. Of course, in my addled state I’d misread my watch. Still, I got a huge hug off cute girl when I said I was leaving and it sounds like she’s a regular so no doubt I’ll see her again. Also got goodbyes from the bar staff. The others I’d met left at 4 so I’d already said my goodbyes (and claimed my hugs) to them.
So, to the club itself. It’s a dive. But then these places at meant to be. It would be no good if it were too posh. The venue isn’t as cool as Seditions but the music is good and the crowd is excellent. I think I’ll be going there a lot despite the fact I don’t get home until 9 the next morning. Once I’ve got my membership card I’ll be able to pitch up after the bands so it won’t be quite such a long night. I think I’ll also set the phone to tell me when it’s time to leave rather than relying on my ability to tell the time after 6 hours of dancing.
So yeah. In Liverpool street with another 40 minutes to go. Watching the pidgeons shit all over the people sat next to me was fun though. I think I’m going to hunt down a cup of tea and go for a wonder before embarking on the epic journey home. The air will keep me awake.
