Die Maschine 12/12/09
Hello young lovers.
It was that sort of night.
A crowd shot.
"For fuck's sake don't wave at him, that just encourages him. And stop gurning, that sort of thing'll make him want to post this to Facebook just so he can tag you."
Best (?) birthday card ever.
A bit of dancefloor action...
And another beer garden crowd shot.
"Are you trying to make me feel inadequate with that thing?"
"Am I succeeding?"
"......Maybe."
Pauly was philosophical about failing the pirate captain job interview.
If you've ever wondered what a room full of goths dancing to "Closer" looks like, this is it... i.e. pretty much like a room full of goths dancing to any other song that has the ability to attract a room full of goths to the dancefloor.
I've taken a number of photos of Frank over the years, but this one creeps me out more than any. I mean, Frank by himself is bad enough, and Frank in a Santa suit probably drove a few people into therapy last Saturday... but Jesus fucking hell Christ, Lara, did you have to look quite so keen to grope his manboob like that?
The incredible dancing Douglas. It struck me when I saw him racing for the dancefloor that I'd never seen him do that before, and I instinctively knew visual evidence of a potentially historic event would be needed.