bus stop, 7.30am, today, edinburgh, just off princes street, chucking it down with rain. guy walks past, checked shirt, trousers and shoes. eyes like massive satellite dishes, fluorescent glow-stick stains on his shirt and massive dirty marks on his trousers.

 

we ask him how it went, etc, predictably comes back with "ehhh Ferry Corsten, pure amazin, like, eh", then we ask how the sundissential arena was, ask him if he seen glazby. "aye man first time i seen him, the music, it's just... like.... evil, man. just pure evil, ken? just like something out of hell, like. canny describe it... it was just like soo hard as [censored]."

 

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