I know it may seem kinda pretentious but I’ve started trying to title every post with a song name or lyric. For this post I have to break with the trend. Last night was a strange and funny night. We hit the pub after work to have a congratulatory pint. Not many of us but a good group and even some people who don’t usually join us.
No names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Some backstory is probably good at this point, John is my team-mate, we both work for Dave. A while ago John, Iain and myself were talking and I don’t remember exactly how we got onto the topic but we were talking about porn. Anyways as it turned out John had some interesting thoughts on porn. Simply he had his own thoughts on what hard-core porn was and what soft-core porn was. John is of the opinion that anything which isn’t hard-core hard-core is in fact soft-core. Bear in mind we were talking about this in the middle of the technology floor so we left it till a later date.
So last night Iain was down the pub with us (drinking beer to look butch…) and he asked John if he ad decided what the definitions were. So the line that completely floored us, I never ever thought I would hear these words from John were that hard-core porn is “triple penetration and a dog”.
Uh huh.
The conversation was moving onto hookers and orgies, I can only imagine what nuggets of wisdom John will share on them but we sensibly moved onto another topic, music.
Anyways some more backstory, John bought a new phone a few weeks ago. It’s one of the nice new Nokias. It came with a red cover. Iain being Iain decided to mess with John’s head a little and he told him it was a very gay phone and that anyone with a red phone had to be gay. This got us a couple of minutes laughing…but John didn’t take it too well. So much so a couple of days later he bought a new cover for the phone a “straight steel” cover. Unfortunately the buttons were still red and it does indeed look camp as fuck. So knowing that he wasn’t taking the humour very well lead to only one thing.
It got ramped up BIGTIME. There were pretty much comments daily and the phone acquired a nickname of gayphone. The operators logo was changed to gayphone and various other things were done. It was all really funny and a lot of people got in on the joke. After a couple of weeks John just gave up, he had to roll with it and big respect to the man, he did. So anyways last night we were out in the pub and we were telling the story of gay phone to some people and he was showing it around. I don’t know exactly how it happened but all of a sudden John and Iain and a couple of others are heading off to The Two Brewers.
I’ve head a lot about this place over the past couple of years, its a gay cabaret bar / night club that Iain spends a lot of time at. Myself and a couple of others had already decided to head into town and get some drinks in Soho. So we split up at that point with the possibility of meeting up again later. Into town we went and we hit a smallish little pub just off Shaftsbury Avenue. After a couple of pints both of the guys I was with were ready to call it a night. Pat had been travelling a lot the day before and was tired and Andy had some stuff to do. So we headed home. It was about 10 when I got back here. The Two Brewers is about 2 miles from my place and I figured what the hell, I may aswell make a night out of it. So I dropped off my stuff and grabbed a bus.
Got in there around 11ish. £3 in for the night is certainly better than the £15 I paid for the Fridge a couple of weeks ago. Met up with the guys and some of Iain’s friends in there and spend the next couple of hours drinking and talking. Ended up making a fool out of my self on the dance floor later on in the night too (joy). All in all a good night was had, and watching John trying to chat up some women who just weren’t available to him was fun.
Sometimes life just isn’t fair. Naming no names, within 10 minutes of being there not only has one of our party pulled but he is waiting to leave and go for a night of passion. He was very good, he wouldn’t go off and have fun because he had brought John and I there and wasn’t going to go off and leave us. That lasted about 2 hours of us telling him to go away and enjoy and then he did.
Music wasn’t bad actually, it was typical night club big beat music, the kind of music you just cannot stand still to…and the kind that after a few drinks you just have to move to. The less said about that the better.
On a related note. I love strobe lights. I love the effect they give off. The white pulsing light which just slows down time amazes me. It’s something I’ve always loved and seeing it is just stunning. When you add in some fast loud music it just becomes something else, a force of its own. I love looking around and being able to see clearly in slow motion. It rocks, it just plain rocks.
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I brought home a cd with some of my live MP3s from work so I’m sitting on my couch typing and listening to the Stereophonics Local Boy in the Photograph from a festival sometime. I’m gonna head out soon, into town to pick up some stuff and catch a movie later tonight aswell. I also have to go and ring the ticket line, one of the guys from work is gonna see Garbage aswell on Thursday so I have to sort out a ticket.
That’s all folks.