Godsdamn it! I decidd to update because I'd got a cool idea, but went to a few other tabs first. Now I'm back here and, um, it's gone. Ah well, just blither about the weekend I guess.
Went to the Bunker Saturday night, apparently got there about ten minutes after
mapp left. Still,
blacktone was there and
nadriel was down, so that meant there was a human to talk to and Mike to take the piss out of (lots, sorry Mike, but, well, open goals and all)...
Chris and Anne-Marie were there, which kinda segues me into my next bit. Y'see, I first met Chris when he was a customer in the shop I worked at. I'd left school, dropped out of college, and was working full time. He was 11. Anne-Marie, I met independently. I worked for her dad. Again, the time I met her, she was 11. Now, they're both functioning adults, and a pretty happy couple. Gods I feel old, of the 5 people in the nightclub I actually like talking to, two of them I've known, as an adult, since they were kids.
That, and the club was full of kiddies and teenygoths. Seems to be getting worse. That's
not just me getting old. So few people there that were worth speaking to. I had to check probable age before admiring the women; half, on a proper look, were cute kids, not women yet, certainly too young for me. Gah! What the fuck happend to the Bunker being the hangout of people into their 20s? That's what it was like when I first moved to Exeter. Where are the students? Oy, Wordsworth, Franglen! What's happened to you lot bringing people down for me to talk to? It's getting to the point that I may stop going unless people tell me they'll be there. Ah well.
Watching Mike was fun. Mike? Next time we talk, a few more notes on technique needed methinks. That was one pretty impressive crash and burn. Still, a worthy effort...
Night all, job to go to tomorrow (not that I'll sleep tonight)...