22/09/19: Sunday nights out are NAUGHTY. Your misgivings and guilt are taken over by, well, wanting to get pissed. Although, knocking back our third vodka and diet coke at Horse Meat Disco, the feeling of “this might have been a big ‘ol mistake” started to seep in along with a few cubes of ice. Luckily, right at that moment, a vision in blue mesh entered our eyesight. Matted black hair and a pair of piercing neon blue eyes rushed onto the dance floor. Christeene was in the building. She’d been spotted smearing faeces over the walls of the Barbican Centre earlier that evening to a crowd of a couple hundred people. She’d come to let her hair down but our drunk, fan-boy arses couldn’t resist but shimmy over. We gushed and ultimately grooved to the beats of Greg Belson. Just your typical Sunday night out at Horse Meat, we suppose.
The Eagle, 349 Kennington Lane, Vauxhall SE11 5QY
Photos by Luxxxer
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