Random hardcore lasers, Slammin Vinyl, Bowlers, Manchester. Shot by the boyf on his phone.
I thought you might like to see how I spent my NYE.
Basically I spent the night feeling really old, slightly scared and a little bewildered. Not at the music you understand – I have never quite got hardcore so I was prepared for that confusion {we went for the drum and bass mostly}, but more at the outfits people thought were appropriate to leave the house in! I don’t know if you’ve been to a rave recently but seriously, eh?
Some people rocked up in shorts and a tshirt – scruffy ones at that {It’s new years people, make a little bit of an effort please!}
And then others, well, they’d definitely made an effort, but they’d just forgotten 90% of their outfit {see, I told you I was getting old}. There was a LOT of neon lycra {a little like the reception at one of the Big Fat Gypsy Weddings}. But there just wasn’t a lot of it on one person. Pants and bikini tops with fluffy boots seemed to be the norm for women who frequented the room with the lasers. Unfortunately this seemed to be the case whether they were stick thin or looked like a badly stuffed sausage falling out of their laced up tops……..You just have to wonder where their friends were when they asked if they looked good in it!