I was DJing in Cambridge on Friday, some bloke came up to the DJ booth puleld his todger out and pissed all over teh DJ booth and dance floor. Folk just laughed and carried on dancing in his piss and coming up to me with requests for Dolly Parton, Dizzy Rascle and Emenem. That's what the world has come to. People don't care any more, they want cheap booze, cheap shags, throw away music and crap clothes. And they don't mind getting covered in piss.
We're better than that, and we're more than just one building, no matter how many memories you have there.
Nice!
I bet he isn't the one doing backdrops.