tonight a dj saved my life
we went out for gen's birthday, a whole bunch of us, and i saw the best DJ i think i have ever seen. as in, beat Felix Da Housecat, possibly equal with the guy from DFA79, but that time there were mitigating circumstances, so this guy Matthew Stone wins. fucking awesome. never thought id hear East Seventeen being played at White Heat! and the theme from the Neverending Story. and loads of fucking incredible psy-trance, mixed in with the obligatory smatterings of The Prodigy, surprising remixes of boring indie hits, house re-versions of "I Think We're alone Now" by Tiffany. fuck man, just generally incredible. one of his friends as well, was the most stunning thing ever, she had weird hotpants and fishnets and weird sunglasses, and stuff, all she was missing was the bunny ears, but i maybe looked through that shit and she was awesome. fucked off her face, but awesome. and i felt really stupid and male, at one point she grabbed my arm and was like "do you have a cigarette??" and i didnt really, but i was like "uhhh...ook" and gave her one and she was like "thanks" and just walked off and i felt like a complete tool, but then the same thing happened a couple hours later and i just gave her another one, it was pretty funny really. still, she was very drunk, the male thing to do would have been to come on to her all hands and take her back to mine and rape her, but i didnt do that, or indeed talk to her apart from the cigarette incidents, so i can sleep easy tonight knowing that i am not male. i dont think i ever want "spicy fries" from the weird newsagents next to McDonalds Charing Cross again, sure they filled a hole but theyr so fucking suspect. its horrible and light out now, so im going to bed. Matthew Stone though.