and a curious intersection between pro wrestling and ballet, more than once
The internet lied to me. But a good lie. It said Hardies wasn't open at 6.30am on a Sunday, but it was. Which meant I ate two (2) chicken burgers at 6.30am. Because.
(And then I had no sleep because of acute fucking intercostal pains and coughing so I learnt my fucking lesson there, didn't I)
Today I went to watch wrestling in a dank bunker in East London: a lucha libre tag team; an Iranian heel faced with "I RESPECT UR CULTURE" as a chant because half the audience refused to boo him; "clusterfuck" 6-man match degenerated into dance-off to the YMCA (video clip) & repeat nudity; two women repeatedly put each other through tables & slammed heads in doors & it wasn't even in wetherspoons (also chairs, hurling themselves out of the ring, thumbtacks, and dragging someone else in to punch someone in the face); camden fought japan, ending with ibushi driving a car into someone and literally firing a firework at himself before jumping on some audience members; will osprey ass.. oh i forgot some of the other chants: "nothing happened" and "put some pants on", and heckling a wrestler whose stage thing is "the lion kid" by singing literally the whole of The Lion Sleeps Tonight.
and then linds and i went to a "fairly upmarket" restaurant to have very very nice food and dissect meme culture using humour theory. (Sager + Wilde, and I used the word "juxtaposition" because you really have to).
In the book I'm reading, a woman has fucked a dog. I mention this because it didn't feel unexpected in the slightest. It's very much that specific kind of provocatively gritty-for-attention. Still enjoyable, but very much a grotesquerie more than it is a novel.
(And then I had no sleep because of acute fucking intercostal pains and coughing so I learnt my fucking lesson there, didn't I)
Today I went to watch wrestling in a dank bunker in East London: a lucha libre tag team; an Iranian heel faced with "I RESPECT UR CULTURE" as a chant because half the audience refused to boo him; "clusterfuck" 6-man match degenerated into dance-off to the YMCA (video clip) & repeat nudity; two women repeatedly put each other through tables & slammed heads in doors & it wasn't even in wetherspoons (also chairs, hurling themselves out of the ring, thumbtacks, and dragging someone else in to punch someone in the face); camden fought japan, ending with ibushi driving a car into someone and literally firing a firework at himself before jumping on some audience members; will osprey ass.. oh i forgot some of the other chants: "nothing happened" and "put some pants on", and heckling a wrestler whose stage thing is "the lion kid" by singing literally the whole of The Lion Sleeps Tonight.
and then linds and i went to a "fairly upmarket" restaurant to have very very nice food and dissect meme culture using humour theory. (Sager + Wilde, and I used the word "juxtaposition" because you really have to).
In the book I'm reading, a woman has fucked a dog. I mention this because it didn't feel unexpected in the slightest. It's very much that specific kind of provocatively gritty-for-attention. Still enjoyable, but very much a grotesquerie more than it is a novel.