Friday, May 26, 2006

Costers; again

Ive ducked into costers; the bar that time forgot, not by choice, I had to get off the streets, this town is a weird and terrifying place this time of night. between the shops closing and the bars filling up the streets are empty, except for the scattering of theives, drunks and crazies all of them panicing because they have lost the crowd camouflage, walking round I feel like a lame gazelle in a pen of scared lions.

Looking round this place I can't belive I was part of this scene, it's all black band shirts and "contraversial" percings, they might as well walk round with sandwhich boards saying "I hate my dad". Nicknames fly past me like shrapnel "stoatie" "big chris" "yobber" it's like being on a fucking pirate ship. I'm getting the odd funny look partly because I'm sitting on my own scribbling in a note book, but mostly becuase im not in their individualist's uniform. Fuck em I was coming here when half these little rocktards were playing with stickle bricks and shitting in there underoos.

Everyone here is either much younger or much much older, my generation is absent, signifgant by our absence. Not surprisingly- we exploded in a cloud of drugs, self destructed with pills, speed and smack, the survivours moving on to differant clubs drugs and sub-cultures. The old haunts closed down or immpossible to go to because it feels like salt in the wounds when we think of our missing freinds, dead, mad or missing.

I recognise everyone here, of course they're not the same people just sub-cultural echos from the past, cookie cutter stereotypes and evidence, to me, that scenes dont mutate or cross- they develop like bacteria, splitting in two and absorbing the weak.


Blogger String2010 ranted..

bacteria mutate tho, on a purely molecular level at least. they have to otherwise they wouldn't evolve. Thats why antibiotics become less potent the more we use them.

sorry, so sorry. a) for pointing that out, b) for knowing it and c) for thinking anyone would be interested.

(backs away into shadows...)

9:50 PM  
Blogger String2010 ranted..

i was sure i didnt dream postin that comment. are you editing the truth in a stalinesque manner?

1:00 PM  
Blogger Reese ranted..

Do you write everything on paper, first? Just curious.

1:09 PM  
Blogger String2010 ranted..

i tend just to chew up sentances then spit letters at the screen

5:36 PM  
Blogger Reese ranted..

nun of yoo can spel

11:14 PM  
Blogger Puck ranted..

i speel reel gud.

if you were asking me- yes most of what i write is written where ever i am, and then editted or expanded on when i type it up.

most of the time in a pub

5:29 AM  
Blogger AL ranted..

so where do we go? do we open our own pub where we invite no one but ourselves and the band? even the bands remind me of something, sometime, someone lost. i think i'll sit around the basement, getting drunk in the dark and listen to old smith's records...

9:37 PM  
Blogger Puck ranted..

sounds good, except that the smith's are one of the most overrated bands of the twentith century, second only to the beatles.

12:02 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous ranted..

Best thing you have written dude,


12:17 AM  
Blogger AL ranted..

i only offered the smiths because they depress the shit out of me. they are like suicide on vinyl

12:29 AM  
Blogger Puck ranted..

thanks pot, the sites being marked so i hope they apprecitate it.

Al- i agree, Morrissey is a complete tool

12:29 PM  
Blogger Miroslav ranted..

Stickle Bricks were incredible. There were loads of colours and everything. It was a magical time...

1:10 PM  
Blogger String2010 ranted..

excpet for when you trod on them, cos that hurt like a bastard

3:46 PM  

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