On Friday night I went out with some friends to Bedrock @ "Metro", which I imagine is usually called "The Worst Indie Club Ever". For some reason Becky and I can't get enough. We've gone so often that now we're even mates with the doorman, John. Anyway, here are a few reasons people may not like it;
.It's usually a last resort for the more dignified underage - early 20s clubber
.It is the most shamelessly indie clubnight you could find yourself in
.Everyone there is usually a) over 25, or b) is not from the UK and doesn't know any better
The above reasons are probably why I love it. It's nice to go somewhere a bit more mature, and un-deniably less pretentious. We always meet great people there, too.
This particular night was full of characters, from a lovely fair haired young man of the aforementioned type who could find nowhere else to go, too a man who took a fancy to my friend and worked in the local record store. We shall call the good looking blonde "Blondie", and the mature music lover, who looked good, though a little worse for wear, "Meth-head".
As the club drew to a close, and our other friends left, Becky and I were still wide awake and,as I recall, very drunk. We weren't going home, no matter what time our parents had advised, just because we're that fucking rock'n'roll, ok? :/
We decided to go back to Meth-head's place in Bethnal Green, which is pretty far from where we reside. I decided to drag poor Blondie with us, as you do. Travelling home the next day was hell, and Becky and I had a rather philisophical and depressing journey, although I do believe numbers were exchanged on her part, but I'm not sure how willingly.
Anyway, enough of my antics, I don't want to bore you, so here are some interesting hyper-realist art works;
Ron Mueck
Duane Hanson
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