happy belated valentine’s day, for whatever that’s worth.

the evening did not get off to a very promising start, as we decided to start off at “redstar” in camberwell, which turned out to be a cold, cavernous bar full of stereotypical, badly dressed, gold-chain wearing wankers and pudgy 15 year old girls tottering around in caked makeup and miniscule skirts, sans tights. they seemed to have pretentions of being some sort of hot spot though, with a multitude of bartenders and bouncers, attitude, a cover charge and a velvet rope even in the distinct absence of any actual queue. it was laughable, really. had no compunctions about helping myself to the free valentine’s sweets, though.

blew that joint, and had a few pints at the pub before finally making our way to another one of the hot, sweaty, crowded late-night parties under the train trestles at loughborough junction, which was loads of fun. energetic ska band, and djs and i jumped around like a madwoman, drank too much, sweated litres, and generally danced my ass off. someone got engaged and shouted, “she said yes!” and there was applause. home at the bird-chirps of dawn, and my ears are still ringing.

and i even got a valentine, of sorts. a south african friend of nick’s that i met at a party christmas night (though i don’t remember too much of our under-the-influence conversation, i do remember that he was cute and funny) apparently remembered me as well, and i was barraged with phone calls and text messages at 2am to come meet up with them, hanging out over at her place in streatham. honestly, how often does a cute boy ever pursue me? precisely.

anyway, it made me smile all night. whatever else may or may not come of it, it’s all gravy baby.

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