Screamadelica 16/3/2004

I had another cool night, mincing around the same as usual. But I believe everyone else was under the influence of a Stephen King-like evil force. There was sadness, madness and anger EVERYWHERE! The clincher was when people melded into a giant, pulsating amoeba in the middle of the dancefloor, ragged clumps of hair covering scything jaws of pure horror.

I blame Jet.

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