Like the majority of the student population, I enjoy
partying hard at a nightclub. I don’t mind where really, even the dive they
call Batchwood Hall, because I know I’ll enjoy myself. But my favourite haunt
at the moment is not Locos or Academy on campus (as handy as that is), Liquid
in Uxbridge is where the good times (and loose women) are at. I feel on top of
the world in there. Not really. Just wanted to make the point that I have to
use three lifts to get to the dance floor. They’re slow which makes me feel awkward as I
have to sit there, smiling at people on the stairs. Also, the machines are
pretty temperamental and I worry if it breaks, I’ll be stuck. Now, that would
be embarrassing.
Anyway, back to the clubbing and sorry, but some girls need
to sort their life out. I sound like a grumpy old man and it’s probably because
I’m alone but bouncers should clamp down on heavy petting. Last night, I am
sure I witnessed a conception. You get the picture. While I’m on the matter. I
saw one girl snog five different men (not that I counted).Have you no respect
for your own body? I don’t want to sound judgemental because I have no problems
with one night stands. But just with one partner and preferably in a private
setting.
Another grievance of mine is that it shocks people that
disabled people are up for a laugh and know how to have fun. If I had a fiver
for every person that has called me a “top lad” or high fived me in a club, I’d
be a rich man. Or people who walk into my chair and then end up shaking my hand
or hugging me. You’re the one with a broken toe so I’m not bothered that you
didn’t notice me. Lastly, I’m not a dog and won’t perform wheelies on command. Wheelchairs
aren’t fun unless you can get out of it.
Apart from that, I have a great time. Honestly.
Bye for now!
p.s. I voted today, did you? (question only applies to Brits)
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