|How To Pick Up 14-Year-Old Girls
||[Sep. 8th, 2004|03:07 pm]
Luxembourg @ Islington Academy|
So, was it really worth it? You jumped on the shining big train to take you far away from the falling leaves and four-wheel drive of your safe suburban home, and into the smoke, romance and dysentry of the big city. Upper Street is glistening in the evening sunlight, the buildings shimmer and pout through the heathaze. You can see it in the eyes of the young stockbrokers who gather round terrace bars. Everyone is on heat. Oh God, you think. They must be in Angel, playing with my heart. But stick around- tonight, it's all about you. You're in the gang, you're one of us. Sit back and enjoy the ride. Care for a frappé lattucino?
Three hours later, you stroll to the bus stop and take a long and pensive drag on your last Marlboro Light. Your eyes blink at the neon glow and your head continues to spin, all visions of dashing suits and ice-cool haircuts that melt into the Smirnoff Ice. Your ears still in rapture at the euphoria of disco chanson and small-town funk. How was it for you? Did the earth move? I'll let you in on a little secret. We were watching you all the time, because we like to watch, and we know it did. We also know that you weren't faking, because you is my wife now, Dave.