…your mate turns around and says when you’re in hearing distance of the music that we have a rough idea where the party is so we can go home now, at least we know where abouts there held and that there was on one, it’s good for future reference.

I can’t fuckin beleive it. For a start we’d been up the week previously to scope out the party site and knew where it was anyway. We’d spent 2hrs driving about trying to find out the way and he had no intention of going all along. Tonight was just a waste of time, his point that tonight “was good for future reference” made no sense as we knew where the parties were held anyway and what good did knowing there was a party on tonight anyway if we weren’t going. It was a completely pointless exercise which has pissed me off. I’ve been looking forward forever now to getting back into the party scene. I couldn’t even fuck off on my own as I had no way of getting home and hadn’t exactly located how to get down into the pary site (it was very dark and there was a very high / steep cliff face seperating me from the party) so I had to come home as well.

Very pissed off, we’re now no closer to being involved in the scene, we don’t have any numbers or contact with folk involved / who go to the parties so we’ll have no idea when the next one is. Another boring weekend. 😥

If anybody went to this party in Scotland (I’m sure you kno which one I’m talking about) then let me know how it was. Sounded good from where I was, could hear everyone making loads of noise / cheering etc. Lucky bastards. Hope you all enjoyed. raaa