Swamp and London
Posted in Blog / Rant on April 2nd, 2011 by ConnSo I am pretty smashed right now, just got back to the block and found myself wide awake and well in the state of drunkard. Just text the wrong person a text meant for a certain someone else, A fast reply was needed, god damn iPhone and it’s ability to retain the last person texted and make me look like a fuck up lol.
So the plan to have a few drinks at one of the lads place eventually came to light and we headed there to smash the first crate. Then the time of about 2200 came about and we headed off to a house party. Some 30 minutes later we turn up to people all partying on someones drive. Cutting our way through the crowd, we find a house and head in. Decks, lights and cylumes all over. Some Dub breaking the paint off the walls, looking good so far… how wrong were we.
You know those sort of American films when there is an over populated house party, typically formed by persons unwanted. Yeah that was what this was like. People all over the front of the house, inside the house and out back. Proper getting involved. Fair play to the person that owned that gaff, would have been trashed like.
So within minutes few of us lot rocking up, the filth descended all over. There was loads of them, torches blazing and ushering people away from the party. The tunes were killed pronto and we made our way out of the location. Bundling into a couple ‘Shark Drivers’ motors, we piled onto the next RV for boozing.
The Swamp.
I don’t know if that is the actual name of the venue but it seemed pretty accurate from when we were there the other night. The amount of sweat pouring off me then would have turned the most stubborn of terrain into a marshland. This time, it was a lot more sociable. More room to bust some moves, and a fair few number of people giving me some love for the Deadmau5 tee that I’m wearing. Shame that the Kiwi’s don’t understand that it is not pronounced ‘Dead-Mow-Five’ bless lol.
So more booze to follow and a catch up with another British participant was the makings of a good night out. Throwing shapes and enjoying some fairly good beats was welcome after a week of slow clock ticking.
I’m quite impressed with myself as to the ability to type, pretty much error free at the moment. A gift that may not be 100%, but can’t be far off. I’ll have a read through again in the ‘morning’ before posting it live.
Well, I am still buzzing, damn Red Bull and Vodka. I don’t know what I am going to do to get myself to sleep. The laptop is happily throwing up some Magnetic Man at full volume. This track reminds me of the last tour, I’d happily go back.
It’s all about the money baby. Ciao for now.
London. ^_^
London being the name that the guys here have started to call me, fucking accent is kicking in. Peace out bruv innit cuzzi.








