Is the best way to describe the past two weeks. I don’t know how they’ve slipped away from me so quickly without realising though, this summer is going too quick.
Two Fridays ago I went to Hospitality at Fabric to see HIGH CONTRAST / LONDON ELEKTRICITY / NETSKY / DANNY BYRD / NERO / TC FEAT. JAKES / BROOKES BROTHERS / MRSA / MC WREC / SP:MC / MC AD, who didn’t hesitate to deliver the goods, all the goods. It was such a randomly sick night – after polishing off a bottle of whisky on the coach up there, I met my good friend James who had just come back from travelling around the world. We acquired some ice cold Stellas from an offie and spent the last of the summer evening jamming in Trafalgar square. Here we met some girls who turned out were also going to Fabric, and one of them claimed to be friends with Netsky after meeting him in Plymouth and keeping in touch via email. With doubts in my mind; “Yeah aright, introduce me to Netsky tonight and I’ll buy you a drink”. We left Trafalgar and proceeded to represent cliché British drunken yobs on our way to Farringdon. A short while after Netsky’s set (which was a banger) I bumped into one of the girls who we were were with after loosing her for a while; “Max, this is Borris”. Looked at the person she was next to – definitely standing there having a drink with Netsky. They both then left for a quiet drink, which was when I met High Contrast, (picture in here somewhere, not gonna post it up directly), shook Tony Colman’s hand, then when they returned I got a cheeky signature and left the club chatting to him. Claim to faaame. A few hours of Saturday morning were then spent lying in the sun by The London Eye, where we saw this bloke who looked about 35, shirt off, bent over the railings projectiling into The Thames. Looked over to us “6 months bender that is… *wipes mouth* I’ve been pissed everyday for 6 months”. He then proceeded to crack open another Strongbow Black, bearing in mind this was at about 7.30 in the morning. Sick night.
