It's about this time of the week that I start to wonder what it's all about. I've got out of bed twice, dragged my arse across town in the cold and rain, and been nice to countless people for no good reason. Nobody's given me a medal or a sack of cash, not a hug, not a kiss, not even a high five.
Frankly I just want to run away and join the circus, or I would if the circus wasn't rubbish these days. A circus without elephants? No point. If there isn't a perpetual threat that the clowns might get squashed in a whoopie cushion caused stampede then it's all just leotards and boredom.
Then I get home, cook my pie, and think about the night to come, it's Tuesday night and we're having a party, take that conventional society.
Last minute reminder then; costs almost nothing to get in, drinks are cheaper than a Deepdale fumble, and the music will be a bonanza of dance causing joy.
That music policy tonight again,
TOP: Rock n Roll
MIDDLE: Rock, Punk, Emo, Ska, Indie, Etc
BOTTOM: Metal, Classic Rock
No sign of Barrymore anywhere.
See you in a few hours, feel free to pop requests on our wall.
Your eyelids look nice today.
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