So much fun returning to Fabric, haven't been on a friday in a year and half, it's mental.

M.I.A. was amazing, the sound was deafening too, that sprung dancefloor makes everything vibrate and shudder. She did all her best tracks although I was sad not to hear Sunshowers.

We danced around with Patrick Wolf right at the front in the messy moshpit. Jane kept pinging his braces and he looked quite amused.
Big up to Danna who sorted us the guestlist, I still owe you a drink!
I met M.I.A.'s female rapper Cherie, she was really cool, we chatted about elecrtic picnic and I made sure she knew when to check Joe Driscoll out.
Amazed by how many people were there that I knew. I haven;t been out in lonfdon like that for months and never went to fabric with regularity anyway, yet there are still always familiar faces, and plenty of new ones too.

The journey home was also massively entertaining. We missioned back from Fabric with a little crew of new friends and enquired about the gaos we had to mind, and when we got on the train home a really wrecked business man, obviously tripping on acid and having not slept staggered on and started moaning in ecstacy next to us and we couldn;t stop laughing. Then he told us about the sphynchter being a pleasure zone, like lips and ears. Then asked why Jane was crying but it was cos we were laughing so hard. Then he got a bit scary and wouldn;'t stop staring at Hannah and Jane and talking about nipples and things. He put newspaper all over the seats. So we got off the train and went down the platform to another carriage but ARGH he was following us. We had to hide in toilets and get on and off different carriages til we finally lost him.
Then the train driver announced after we left that the train was no longer stopping ast peterborough but only going as far as huntingdon cos it was late leaving and he wanted to make up time so not to get fined... !!

So yeah, pit stop at huntingdon where we got told by an old man that the tickjet inspector was coming to get us cos he knew we didn;t have tickets but it was just a postman on his way to work. We bought Viz in the cafe and reasd amusing things about tit ends, Royal chat lines and men who are hung like jeremy beadle's thumb.

When we got on another train Hannah, who had woken up properly, decided to crawl on all fours along the isle and we pissed ourselves laughing. Then when we got to peterborough we crawled off the train onto the platform and people were walking round us staring and laughing and tutting and looking appalled. It was so much fun. I like to think we were challenging people's perceptions and tolerance but maybe we were just really fucked.

We got home and drank cider and listened to De La Soul (thankyou Stevie) and fell alseep talking about the buggery (a place where people look after bugs) and ottery st.mary, and the cuntery (a place where cunts live, sometimes spellt country) and other such things that I can't remember. I spent about £45 last night, argh! Skipping the train fare was supposed to SAVE me money. London is good but oh so bad too...

Hmmm, lovely adventure

thanks to all who participated

F.I.S.T. in cambridge tonight if I can be arsed. I'd be more up for a grimey jungle breakcore gabba rave had last night not been so exertious...

We'll see

(P.S. My mum has gone away for two weeks, so when my house is fit for human recreation, I might have a little party...)