In a crowded, (usually) gay nightclub.. hangin out with a bunch of fluro twats (oh.. and Kit & Radge).. sippin on some sizzurp.. putting my fingers in the air coz I'm the one.. and waiting for Mehdi to start soon.

Instead, our attempt to find the guestlist queue was fruitless.. with Doom telling D that we had to wait in the queue. D doesnt do queues. I was quite surprised that I even got her to wait in it for 20mins. I bought 5mins of it when these 2 huge islander chicks battled past us though the queue to a door. One unlocked it.. the other one walked in, was about to close the door but turned, looked at us in the queue and then fell down. It was mildly amusing.. especially as none of the weedy skinny-jeaned 14yo-esque lads wanted to give a hand in helping her up in fear of being squashed.

I said that I'd reassess if we would stay if I got to the Vodafone sign in 8 mins (midnight) and she agreed. We got pretty goddamn close if the dudes up ahead squished up in the queue! She was pretty edgy because she wasnt going to go after I'd waited for her. And she was feeling sick. And Doom skeezed her at the door - "After all the work I've done for those guys! Bah!"

She reckons it wouldn't have been anywhere near as cool as when he played at Spectrum >last year. Something about how these kids are force-fed to like these things through a Modular CD.

So.. how was it Radge? Kit?