Heh. Reminds me of the fags in Fifth Element – y’know, the ones that are all filter and no ciggie and are in a red box warning you of imminent death on the wall. (Thanks Alec!)
I went to Turnmills for the first (and last 😦 ) time in aaaaages on Friday, certainly for the first time since the smoking ban. I have three observations:i) Altered mind-states are more enjoyable if you can smoke, but less enjoyable if you have to smoke in a cattle pen in the snowii) Night clubs are _far too bright_ without the filter of cigarette to take the edge off – turn the effing lights down pleaseiii) While cigarette smoke can leave clothes stinking and eyes sore, removing it reveals a lingering farty/sweaty smell that is less preferableProlly no bad thing that all the decent clubs in London are closing – they’re really don’t seem very civilised any more.
I have to admit I’ve come to loathe clubs – I’m alright once I’m in them, but I frankly don’t see the point of them – if I want to get drunk and dance with my friends I’d rather do it in my home. Maybe that’s cos I’m in the first stable relationship (yes, I’m fucking a horse) of my life?
I prefer Great Danes: the thinking woman’s horse. (Goddammit – what is it about teh interwebz that encourages me to type everything I think?)Anyway, clubs are good from a giant laser point of view (giant laser pointer view?), but living rooms are often an acceptable venue for drunken dancing.
There are few harder things in life than introducing yourself, especially in print where mellifluous nuance can turn to indulgent wankery.
So. I am definitely a 'writer'. You could also call me an 'artist'. I could probably put the words 'designer' and 'consultant' here too, but they feel crass.
Funambulism 
I went to Turnmills for the first (and last 😦 ) time in aaaaages on Friday, certainly for the first time since the smoking ban. I have three observations:i) Altered mind-states are more enjoyable if you can smoke, but less enjoyable if you have to smoke in a cattle pen in the snowii) Night clubs are _far too bright_ without the filter of cigarette to take the edge off – turn the effing lights down pleaseiii) While cigarette smoke can leave clothes stinking and eyes sore, removing it reveals a lingering farty/sweaty smell that is less preferableProlly no bad thing that all the decent clubs in London are closing – they’re really don’t seem very civilised any more.
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I have to admit I’ve come to loathe clubs – I’m alright once I’m in them, but I frankly don’t see the point of them – if I want to get drunk and dance with my friends I’d rather do it in my home. Maybe that’s cos I’m in the first stable relationship (yes, I’m fucking a horse) of my life?
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I prefer Great Danes: the thinking woman’s horse. (Goddammit – what is it about teh interwebz that encourages me to type everything I think?)Anyway, clubs are good from a giant laser point of view (giant laser pointer view?), but living rooms are often an acceptable venue for drunken dancing.
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