I’ve been to at least two London gigs where favourite bands of mine have been playing and people have expressed their displeasure that I’ve been moving, as in dancing, next to them. One of them was the Junior Boys. I now no longer go to gigs in London because most people are miserable smug cunts and drinks are £4.50 a can of Red Stripe and over a tenner for a decent double. I buy the albums and dance at home with a good bottle of wine, import lager chilled properly, the house lights down low, my stereo set up how I like it.

Published by gurdeepmattu

I’m an author and publisher. I live and work in London and am the author of “Sons and Fascination” (2011, Paperbooks). It's available here:

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