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Nightclub Report - Post Mortem
16 years ago
Well, it's with a heavy heart that I must report that whilst Xiv and I decided what the hey, to ballsily don our tails (which is something of a tradition of mine near Halloween regardless) and get our asses out to check out the supposed Furry night advertised on the flyer, we could find neither sight nor sign of said event.
Arriving at the Cosmic Ballroom, we found it quite closed. An ear to the door revealed no sounds at all, certainly not the tasty rythmns of Breakbeat or Electro. On the outside possibility that The Cut, the only other thing on the flyer that could have been a location may have been the place (though a Google Web/Business/Map search turned up nothing of the sort in Newcastle) we asked around town, questioning clubbers (passers and friends via phone,) doormen and even a couple of Police. Not one had heard of anywhere called The Cut nor could find anything on the Flyer (which I'd brought) which could also have been a venue or known event. It's worth noting that my friend Tahti knows one of the people involved in Rub A Dub Dub, but couldn't get through to him.
So instead me and Xiv met up with Tahti and Henry at a Reggae bar and did our damndest to have a good night regardless. We met the DJ, who was a pretty cool dude up from London trying to get his tunes heard.
An additional sour note arose when at the Head of Steam Pub, Xiver and I ran into some very rude (drunk) chap claiming to be from UKFur.org who after dismissing us as all the worst stereotypes of Furries. After all, despite the fact that we didn't know him nor had ever spoken before, we were wearing tails - which at least he could understand after seeing the flyer.
That would have been fine and potentially a chance to make a new connection had he not proceded to insult Xiver's Wiccan beliefs. From that point on there was no possibility of getting a word in edgeways from myself, as Tahti and Xiver were pretty goddamn pissed, both in terms of alcohol and temperament. Before things could calm down, the guy jumped into the Taxi he had been waiting for and at that time, everything was just about to shut.
Alas, such is the trouble with alchohol and anger. Neither tend to breed understanding. Oh well, we'd been having fun up until then anyway.
Oh and as a side note, I finally gave to the pressure of feeling like I'm out of the loop (since text messaging is out of fashion and expensive these days) and joined Rupert Murdock's spy network... erm, I mean Facebook.
Already kind of regretting it. It's demanding my attention like a yappy dog. I'd best get over it though because dammit, I've realised that the method of communication is not important, merely the proper maintenance of communication with my friends... and the new YMCA Radio station, apparently, since Tahti's tha DJ.
Oh well, life goes on. It's Xiver and Besty's Halloween Party tonight. I'm going as a Pirate. z: )
Arriving at the Cosmic Ballroom, we found it quite closed. An ear to the door revealed no sounds at all, certainly not the tasty rythmns of Breakbeat or Electro. On the outside possibility that The Cut, the only other thing on the flyer that could have been a location may have been the place (though a Google Web/Business/Map search turned up nothing of the sort in Newcastle) we asked around town, questioning clubbers (passers and friends via phone,) doormen and even a couple of Police. Not one had heard of anywhere called The Cut nor could find anything on the Flyer (which I'd brought) which could also have been a venue or known event. It's worth noting that my friend Tahti knows one of the people involved in Rub A Dub Dub, but couldn't get through to him.
So instead me and Xiv met up with Tahti and Henry at a Reggae bar and did our damndest to have a good night regardless. We met the DJ, who was a pretty cool dude up from London trying to get his tunes heard.
An additional sour note arose when at the Head of Steam Pub, Xiver and I ran into some very rude (drunk) chap claiming to be from UKFur.org who after dismissing us as all the worst stereotypes of Furries. After all, despite the fact that we didn't know him nor had ever spoken before, we were wearing tails - which at least he could understand after seeing the flyer.
That would have been fine and potentially a chance to make a new connection had he not proceded to insult Xiver's Wiccan beliefs. From that point on there was no possibility of getting a word in edgeways from myself, as Tahti and Xiver were pretty goddamn pissed, both in terms of alcohol and temperament. Before things could calm down, the guy jumped into the Taxi he had been waiting for and at that time, everything was just about to shut.
Alas, such is the trouble with alchohol and anger. Neither tend to breed understanding. Oh well, we'd been having fun up until then anyway.
Oh and as a side note, I finally gave to the pressure of feeling like I'm out of the loop (since text messaging is out of fashion and expensive these days) and joined Rupert Murdock's spy network... erm, I mean Facebook.
Already kind of regretting it. It's demanding my attention like a yappy dog. I'd best get over it though because dammit, I've realised that the method of communication is not important, merely the proper maintenance of communication with my friends... and the new YMCA Radio station, apparently, since Tahti's tha DJ.
Oh well, life goes on. It's Xiver and Besty's Halloween Party tonight. I'm going as a Pirate. z: )
Not to worry.
Don't worry too much about the washout over the weekend. Like I say, I had a great time anyway and the Halloween Party more than made up for things. z: )
Glad to hear that you had a good time.
Glad to hear that you had a good time.
It was mighty good of you to try though. =3
It's usually quite amusing (or at least I've learned to see it as such,) but it's a shame to see a possible new connection fail like that.
None the less, screw the whole thing. I had a good weekend anyway.