ED was wonderful. Suddenly I was surrounded by a bunch of people I've seen there many times but been too shy to talk to - among them DJ Stix (of the JuJuBabies) who has promised me an unauthorised copy of their forthcoming album. Rah.
Also a sweet gentleman called Ian, about whom I've been curious for a few months as he's always on his own and does that dreadfully goth thing of dancing at the wall. We danced together. It was fun.
Also an extremely trashed man called Mark who I think has a band, though he didn't seem sure about anything much (except that Gary Numan was God - you know the type) and who rambled at me for hours about music, but unfortunately I couldn't understand a word he said. As Ian pointed out, he probably now thinks I'm his new best friend. ~s~
Also an unutterably lovely lady called Sarah, part-way into a sex change, who dances like a maniac and is a head taller than me and very beautiful - which I told her - and just a Good Person; one doesn't meet enough these days.
And as if all that weren't excitement enough there was Really Rather Good Music as well (danced for one and a half hours straight in the middle of the evening, collapsed now). And there was also terrible, awful, tragic music that I danced to anyway because it was fun.
~cough~ 'Axel F' and 'Japanese Boy', if you were curious. I blush for shame.
And, as ever, there were songs that made me think of people.
Well, mainly one person, because there were too many "you can run but you can't hide" songs going on and I will find you. Except I won't. But I want to.
Er, yeah. I probably *should* sleep, shouldn't I? ~g~ Sorry for the rambling. Night all. Morning. Whatever.