Tonight has been fun.
I DJ'd with Little Boots and intended to go to a weird Hot Chip party in a warehouse on Cambridge Heath Road. But Sobered up rather drastically when I realised I had to get in a goods lift with 30 other sweaty bodies. I started to assess the possible implications of fire and began to scan for reliable escape routes. Of which, none existed.
So the moral of this story is, if you want to go to a Hot Chip party in a Warehouse on Cambridge Heath Road. You'd better be twatted or be prepared to jumped out of a 4th story window...
I should really start doing these blogs in some form of chronology.
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