Parties

Party, Party, Party.
I went to a party last night at 'Charlies angels' Brj. Well aren't they fun! The inside has had a few quid spent on it, with a dj in a booth. Although the chairs falling apart? and masking tape on the stage. Wouldn't you put the money to good use?

Now, why is it that at every party there is... The inseparable pair all over each other on the dancefloor who will clearly wake up in the morning next to eachother thinking wtf happened last night! The young girl passed out on the floor outside who has no sense of alcohol limits who has to be carried to a taxi or even home. The little girls in thier mums high heels, tripping over and falling into everyone with thier heel stuck in the mud. The older guy who goes for these drunken young girls. The alcohol fueled boys who start on eachother and then channel thier anger into the opposed. To cause an Huntingdon v's Peterborough fight. Then after the huntingdon 'hardnuts' have one guy knocked out cold on the floor and the other with a bleeding nose. Unclear whether broken or not. They are still wanting to hunt them down although its clear they have lost and will deffinately loose! The police that turn up when the fight is over and casualy make their way to the victims of the fight having a good ole chit chat. The ambulance that was called a 'taxi' by a drunken women and then me. Home at a resonable time, can't sleep and work a few hours later.

Now! What a lovely party?