Saturday was fucked up. At midnight I saw a girl laid on the seafront after falling from over the top rail. She landed head first and I saw her face all smashed and blood all over the floor. I thought she was dead but I found out Yesterday she's critically ill in hospital. Two hours later I found a guy laid out while his mate was a few metres away kicking some guy in the head. Then on my walk home I found a dead pigeon. All of this and a break up in the same 24 hours. At least I wasn't bored. Pussycat Club. The only time and place where chavs, transvestites, gays and other obscurities become united for 4 hours to the sound of terrible house music.
Ouch.
ReplyDeleteMad how those Pussycat nights have been running for atleast 8 YEARS now, must just be a lot of strange people about.