Say hello to the new sound
Same as the old sound
Spin it, get in it, and stay. . .
It is now 2:38am, and in this cluttered room with all its assorted chocolate biscuits and newspapers, Elvis Presley is performing an extended version of 'Hound Dog' while manouevring his legs in a bizarre manner. Meanwhile, I have reached my last resort: it's time for another update.
Admittedly, the revelation that we have now reached the year 2004 was not one which had a great impact on me. I'm the sort of person who tends to be blissfully unaware of dates, which is why, in my schoolbag, you can find maths coursework supposedly from the Seventies and text messages from the year 2026. Whatever. I had a good new years eve nonetheless, partied in Heswall the way one can only party in Heswall. And if that means going out for a spot of hedge-jumping on the green at midnight, then so be it.
The first part of the evening was very pleasant and spent hanging out in Ken's room with Ken and Philippa. We ate good pizza and came to the mutual conclusion that:
before a person arrives at his or her true musical tastes, he or she must first endure either a Feeder or a Limp Bizkit phase.
Put it dis way (as Big Chris would say), I was never one of the Limp Bizkit people, but still Ken generously donated his 'Chocolate Starfish..' bonus disc to me for the rest of the night - as a coaster to rest my drink on.
What followed was a marvellous feast of Ramones songs, Lionel Ritchie videos, dolphin bottle-openers and vodka. It all culminated in a ball game between Random Mike and Random Ste, who each had to yell the name of a random celebrated figure every time the ball struck them. I am proud to tell you that "McSean And Friends" was indeed one of Random Ste's choices, and that he ended up winning the game.
The next highlight of 2004 appears to be the McS&F (+Wazzonians?) gathering on Saturday. You'd better all be there, as we need to reclaim T'Egg as our own T'Erritory. |
