this morning i was in a flat with ten people i've never met, in 'bad taste' costume, listening to metal music. even though the elaborateness of one of the guy's nazi uniform led me to question his racial attitudes, they were all really friendly.
the music they were playing was brilliant too, esp. the more abrasive stuff and f**k you by damageplan was cool
point is, i've been in halls for two terms now and other that the gay old parties my friends throw, all the parties i've been to have been miserable
the tiny and expensive mp3 player with about two songs on them piffing out a wee dock
the parliament of pished posh girls saying posh things like 'i'm not english, i'm half scottish, half italian' or 'wooo, party in the burgh'
and everyone ignoring you and your friends
shame i didn't meet these guys earlier