After about an hour of what seemed like an excruciatingly bad remix of the soundtrack of an atari computer game my good friend Mr Heineken encouraged me to go and have it out with the DJ. ‘Do you have any actual songs back there?’ I asked her. ‘Of course I do’ she pleasantly responded looking a tad quizzicle. ‘Well are you going to play any?’ I rationally probed. ‘Of course’ she flashed with a grin.
I return to the wall I’d been propping up and true to her word three minutes later we were treated to a ‘real’ song. It was a frazzled remix of the Pussycat Dolls Dontcha. I decided I’d given enough to this club and the wall would have to go it alone. At least I didn’t spend the evening queuing to buy the new Harry Potter book I reassured myself as I plodded home.
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