ok well well well. i left my house at 10.30pm friday night (nye). i made two bombs up one slithly bigger than the other. neckd the bigger one on leaving front door, and ventured on train down to south london. by the time i got on the tube halfway there put my sunglasses on to disguise my eyes, could feel my pores open and slight clammy sweaty patches building up on my forehead. got to party at midnight, wished everyone happy new year.
necked other bomb, and after an hour me and mate caught train down to local south london famous gay clubbing 24 hour party capital, where we went into two afterhours clubs, wishing all happy new year.
a friend gave me a gram of mephedrone and two mickey mouse 2cb pills as a christmas present for xmas, so we both necked one each and proceeded to enjoy the party. from there we was invted to a rather flashy party on the borders of south east london and kent, where we arrived in a taxi and walked the drive to some pad that looked straight out of footballers wives.
by this time it was 9am. here was was given lots of wine, and another 2cb mickey i think. mates started passing around k, which isnt my bag but i had a couple of very tiny bumps. we left the party @ 2pm, and ventured back to clapham where we showered, changed and proceeded to venture upto mornington crescent station (camden), for europes famous travelling spanish gay party, which always come to london for new years day. here, yes listen to this, i was met in the queue by a spanish fitty who introduced himself as alex.
i was asked if i had a ticket which i hadnt but my friends had, so was hoping we could get me one on the door. i was handed a vip ticket and told to head straight to the front of the door. suspiciously i said no and handed it back, but he gave again. we entered the club i was told i had a free coat check, and a man potined past a bar to what looked like 4 or 5 flights up this huge theatre to the vip area where i was told to go and collect my cmplimentary champagne. i collected and marched back down to by now jokingly peasent mates. (this gets better) we shared the chapagne, and joked about who the fuck do i think i am, i kept waving this armband round shouting im vip. we was in stiches. anyway, no jokes, finally i met a dealer i recognise from somewhere else, who gave me a gram of coke, kissed me on the cheek and wished my happy new year, now go enjoy myself.
needless to say me and mate head str8 to the toilets, and proceeded to line up and then head down to the dancefloor of over 2000 people, with stilt walkers, peferomersm smucle men, glamorous tranvestties, and all sorts of weird and wonderful creatures of the night. we partied until 2am, and then decided to knock it on the head. slept like a baby for 12 hours and just arrived back home, cup of tea in hand and typing now.
oh, and did if fail to mention, i was planning on staying in, skint-ish and drug free, return to base 48 hours later, and i spent my oyster fare travel there and back and bought a couple of drinks and entrance to one club on nyd morning.
Happy New year xxx
