This brings back memories of village discos in a rickety hall, a 'bar' made out of a table, a slab of mcewans, 3l bottles of Grants whisky and vodka and hte worlds chepeast white wine round the back 'for the ladies'.
Memories of being forced to attend, of waiting for the one person who knew how to work the barbecue properly to be on before they got too pissed so you could have a burger without listeria.
Memories of being dragged off the exercise mats to dance to shite like this and having to watch the drunk parents embaress you, themselves and everybody else.
Memories I've spent years and thousands of pounds to kill with alcohol.
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Date: 2006-12-16 02:34 pm (UTC)Memories of being forced to attend, of waiting for the one person who knew how to work the barbecue properly to be on before they got too pissed so you could have a burger without listeria.
Memories of being dragged off the exercise mats to dance to shite like this and having to watch the drunk parents embaress you, themselves and everybody else.
Memories I've spent years and thousands of pounds to kill with alcohol.