john eden
male pale and stale
Second time was the Dissensus meet-up, where Pearsall bet I couldn't do the Dog Eat Dog drum pattern - but when I got on the drumkit, some old bitch from behind the bar started screaming at me. The beer was piss as well; might as well have been tap water for all you non-drinkers.
Plus you have to walk up the Roman Road and then go through a park to get there. Fuck the Palm Tree.
Was this also the occasion when you got smacked in the face by another attendee when we got the bus afterwards? Weird night.