A FEW WORDS

HMMM Walkabout in Shepherd's Bush.
Huge.
No ID request at the door like the others.
In fact, bouncer hardly spoke english.
Massive event on a Sunday night.
Upstairs and downstairs mosh.
Vodka and Redbull.
DAFT FUCKIN' PUNK!
GINORMOUS fart unleashed in the pit by anonymous.
Everyone fleeing.
No worries.
Dissipated and cleared.
Live band.
Better than last live act witnessed.
Much better.
Sounded just like Linkin Park for that one set.
Stupid girls in clunky heels.
Jumping awkwardly in the background.
To System of a Down.
Stupid Aussie guys doing the same.
BUT WAIT!
Aussie guys?
Lots of board shorts.
Slippers.
White rastas!
And dare I say it.
God bless his soul.
They all looked like the one Aussie that mattered most.
Heath Ledger.
R.I.P.
Lots of "Hey there, girlie!"
"Hey..." without stopping.
Snakebite.
Vodka Redbull
Snakebite.
Vodka Redbull.
Guts.
Scream at top of lungs.
For Rage Against the Machine.
Corky's White Chocolate shots for me and Russian girl.
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are YOU?
WHO CARES *cackle*
Throat dunk.
Groovy.
Tenacious D track?
What the fuck?!
HELL YEAH!
Shouted out by me and random bloke.
We look at each other.
HELL YEAH!
Sing entire song.
Including guitar riffs.
Embarassing.
Fun.
HELL YEAH!
Rcokin' out.
Weird Eastern European
Wink at me?
His balls spliced by 'western' jeans.
Fake leather shoes.
Nuh uh.
Vodka Redbull.
"I'm from Trinidad."
"OHHH! Brian Lara!"
"Yes. But no."
"Well I'm from Australia."
Thick accent.
"No shit."