Last night I was going down down baby, your street in a Range Rover. Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go Shimmy shimmy cocoa what listen to it now Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now. That's right last night was all about getting in the right frame of mind for dancing. The disappointing thing was that I felt like a one man band towards the beginning of the night. Turned up at my friends house who's parents were away so I believe the plan was all back to his for a night of frolicks and fun. Seemed a little to house on the prarie for me so I knew that I had on my dancing shoes and there was one thing on my mind.
From bursting into his house at the start of the night I was in well high spirits as I am living the dream at the moment. Introduced myself to people as Random and the feedback I got is that I scared someone and that one pperson wore a similar pair of shoes to me when they were five. Sweet I figured that was the look I was going for - A scarey five year old haha. With my look receiving critical acclaim it was of to a local pub. To me that means serious talking and playing fruit machines. The playing of fruit machines was in full flow but everyone was in a good mood but not good enough to be dancing as no one was feeling it at all.
What they were feeling though is that cashmere jumpers stick to everybody as one of my friends was wearing one. You could tell the people he had been stood near as they had bits of his jumper all over them haha. I was trying my best Matrix moves to avoid him but it didn't work and it looked like I had been in a cave with a bear. Wasn't too difficult to remove though and after a final failed rally call I moved off into the next stage of my night to head to Dartford. Checked in with my girl to see how she was doing and so need to have a night out with her soon. Will she like me in party mode, I hope and with feather boa and high heels I will sure be the Diva about town. Just playing dear and from what she has told me about her dancing moves I believe I will have some competition.
After waiting what seemed like four months for the train to arrive I jumped on and headed to my 'church' to 'pray' haha. Rolled into Dartford and annoyingly it had started to rain so without an umbrella I relied on my legs and like a true Jungle Cat I sped across Dartford with my feet hardly touching the ground, my phone still to my ear as well. Got to the club and laughed at the young queue and marched straight in through the side with a quick flash of the 'charm'. Once inside I awaited to arrival of my friend who had left his crowd to party with me. He arrived with a plaster on his neck as he had recently had an operation. Forever the opportunist and with spare plasters to hand I quickly got involved with this...
From bursting into his house at the start of the night I was in well high spirits as I am living the dream at the moment. Introduced myself to people as Random and the feedback I got is that I scared someone and that one pperson wore a similar pair of shoes to me when they were five. Sweet I figured that was the look I was going for - A scarey five year old haha. With my look receiving critical acclaim it was of to a local pub. To me that means serious talking and playing fruit machines. The playing of fruit machines was in full flow but everyone was in a good mood but not good enough to be dancing as no one was feeling it at all.
What they were feeling though is that cashmere jumpers stick to everybody as one of my friends was wearing one. You could tell the people he had been stood near as they had bits of his jumper all over them haha. I was trying my best Matrix moves to avoid him but it didn't work and it looked like I had been in a cave with a bear. Wasn't too difficult to remove though and after a final failed rally call I moved off into the next stage of my night to head to Dartford. Checked in with my girl to see how she was doing and so need to have a night out with her soon. Will she like me in party mode, I hope and with feather boa and high heels I will sure be the Diva about town. Just playing dear and from what she has told me about her dancing moves I believe I will have some competition.
After waiting what seemed like four months for the train to arrive I jumped on and headed to my 'church' to 'pray' haha. Rolled into Dartford and annoyingly it had started to rain so without an umbrella I relied on my legs and like a true Jungle Cat I sped across Dartford with my feet hardly touching the ground, my phone still to my ear as well. Got to the club and laughed at the young queue and marched straight in through the side with a quick flash of the 'charm'. Once inside I awaited to arrival of my friend who had left his crowd to party with me. He arrived with a plaster on his neck as he had recently had an operation. Forever the opportunist and with spare plasters to hand I quickly got involved with this...
I swear though that once the camera comes out people swarm to get in the mix with pictures, it's like they throw themselves into the background, foreground and then act as if they have been friend for long time BO. At this point I got peanutted (my tie pulled so that there is a knot) so I take my tie off to sort it out and it gets stolen. Foolishly for them I was taking photos and it wasn't long until six Texas Rangers arrived and hauled them off to Jail. Well that wasn't really how it happened but still in my head I pictured it. Anyway back on track and with me taking pictures I got some competition and this was in the form of someone with a proper camera so I took a few pictures of him for being a show-off and ran off to sulk haha. Just checking the pictures as well and in the background there is one of the bouncers so I suppose it was probably better I did move on as I feel they have taken a disliking to me getting too offkey at times over the last year. I apologies fellas as I do love you loads...
