Richmond Row And Bad Craziness

I figured that if there is one solid topic to really begin a new blog with
its me complaining

For starters, I live in London. London is a bizarre town, and thats on a good day. I have been here for about a year and a half now and I'm still not sure what to make of it. Between Monday and Friday, London, or at least my area of London is sprinkled with Western University students like myself bouncing around from class to class. Relatively non-confrontational, most stare at their feet or passing cars as they walk past eachother. Seems like no one is really a fan of eye contact. They blast around campus in outfits that are too expensive and their hair looks fantastic.

This brings up two problems for me. 1) I am not in engineering 2) my clothes are not expensive and my hair looks awful. This all may sound immature and trivial to you, and personally it did to me too when I first got here. I thought we were done with this nonsense when I left high school.
Fuck was I ever wrong. Now, you may be wondering about the engineering part. Let me explain.
Basically the engineers and the sports fellows collect the sheriff cheque around here. Folks like meself, all tucked away in the blanket of social sciences are relatively unimportant in the "Western" world, and probably soon to be equally unimportant in the working world.

NOW
this is not really troubling to me. I am not whining about how I am misunderstood or some stupid bullshit like that. Its just something I have been noticing during my 4 year sentence here.
seems a tad silly to me.

Of course as I mentioned above the hustle and bustle of campus crowds is a 5 day a week movement. Once friday night rears it's ugly head the gloves come off.
There are two names you need to know around here

1) Jack
2) Jim Bob Ray

Jacks and Jim Bob Ray's are two oversized liquor holes in downtown London. Not only are these places bars, but they are also brothels....Or maybe just dance bars, I can't really tell. Needless to say these places are oversized, multi story style. and every weekend the fill to the tits with kids around my age. They then proceed to do JagerBombs and drink cheap beer untill the bank breaks. Then comes the dry humping. The stereo system blasts the popular song of the day, usually comprised of a thumping bass drum and an auto-tuned voice, not much else. You know, the kind of stuff a ten year old could make on his mom's computer. This sound is the cue for those who desire a good dry fucking to hit the dance floor, and hit it they do. Dancing out the Kama Sutra untill they are either covered in sweat or semen. Then perhaps an exchange of numbers and if lucky enough, a "friend" to go home with.

Maybe I am the only one who doesn't see the appeal in this. Christ, considering my attitude and outlook on life I very well could be. Either way, sometimes it is just better to be on the outside lookin' in. Don't get me wrong, I love drinking. But when I do I prefer to do it in places where I am not a) bombarded by awful music b) paying too much for said drinks c) crowded and surrounded by too many people and d) having to pay 5-10 dollars to simply walk in the door.

Bad Craziness man,
Bad Craziness

I'm sure there are some people like me around here, just gotta know where to look I suppose. Untill then I will continue my resistance to succumbing to these bizarre and weird social norms that are so very apparent in Londontown. I think I'll start with a beer and a cigarette on my back porch and maybe some Nick Cave.

For those of you who are
keep on fighting the good fight. After all, there can't possibly be enough room on the dance floor for all of you

*guitar solo*

-wingfield.