The weekend

So I am going to go slightly off subject for todays blogg, and I am going to write about city life. As I wirte this at some ungodly hour, the saturday night has turned in to sunday morning, and you can probably guess that the city centres will be full of people.

Some may have gone out night clubbing, just picture the scene, paying an extortionate amount of money to enter a room, playing music so loud that you cant think, to be sold watered down drinks at extortionate prices, So you are there, you are asked to dance but the room is so full to the point that you move 1 inch in any direction and you a stepping on someones toes, you notice the differant people, the dealers doing the deals in dark corners, they sell pleasure in the form of a tablet of a bag of powder. The girls who are looking for someone to take them home, but they will wake up to regret it. The lads out for a laugh, the lads out for a fight. That very loud group of girls who are part of a hen night party.

You venture to the toilets, to enter a squeaky clean environment, you can hear noises coming from the cubicles, maybe they are having a moment of madness, or snorting a bit of coke. you turn to come out of there are the the kind attendant has dried your hands for you, squirted you with joop, and charged you a fiver for the priviledge.

You go to the food establishment, which will turn out to be kebab shop with big slabs of meat dripping with fat, which to consume then you must be drunk, as you wouldnt touch it with a barge pole if you where sober.

You walk down the street which is full of noise from the revellers, taxis police cars, gangs of men arguing about what part of the wall they are going to piss against.

It is either a taxi or the night bus, the taxi will be expensive, so you take the bus, on board there is the gang of idiots at the back, who play chav music on their mobile phones, and get on the nerves of the other passengers, the mad lone drunk man who makes everyone feel uneasy, you look at him and think he is not going to last the journey. There is also the the woman who did not score that night so will hit on the first man who gives her the time of day.

welcome to A saturday night in a town.

I was going to use a similar situation as the start of my book I was in the process of writing. I must admit, I have been in this situation a few times and felt a little uneasy. It is not my scene but we have to experience it all I suppose. Any way TTFN