Posre of the dosre

So here we are. The last night of most people together…We miss those who are missing. There’s Chloe, Adam and Alex shaped holes in flat 60. We’re gathered round the kitchen table with increasingly empty wine bottles. Chinese has been ordered. Does anything change? We sing along to Parklife in our perfect east end accents – those we have successfully acquired in these few months in the ghetto. We’re all fit, but, my god don’t we know it? Don’t touch us, don’t touch us…Adam wants his fucking Chinese. Shy FX. I’m watching people chat and drink and generally rip the piss – Matt fell over in roller-skating, the footballer who robot-dances has lessons. There’s dirty vodka and Buddhism. The Bodyrockers and A level marking by Mark. Superstylin and Puretone. Addicted to Bass and Faithless. Anna wants drum and bass. In fact she wants with capital letters; Anna WANTS drum and bass. Watching drinking, chatting, smoking, chatting, drinking, chuckling and giggling. I’ve officially decided no-one’s allowed to leave. Contemplation of my ability to create a force field around campus…Ultimately decide it’s unlikely, or even impossible. Que piensas? In the words of Cypress Hill, Don’t you know I’m loco? Ahhh – who the fuck is wondering around flat 60? The Chinese man is a LEGEND. He brought the food all the way up to flat. The best delivery man in the world. He got a maHOOsive cheer, a hug from Adam, and asked Matt where he comes from. He was happy and cute and got a large tip. Block Fucking Rocking Varey Beats. Classic expression – joyous munching grin of Anna with Chinese egg fried rice. The gannets and vultures attack the food, taking it from the people who actually paid. Jen and Mark fork wrestle. There is actually a scrum for the last scraggly bit of meat off Jen and Mark’s plate. It falls on the floor. Is it OK? Sarah thinks so. Childish prancing by Anna and Adam. We sing along to the guitar, we love Queens of the Stoneage, we love No One Knows. I’m at a slight disadvantage in reporting conversation- I’m a deaf-head in the corner, next to the i-pod with a glass of wine. I have no idea what’s going on. Rizlas fly. We’re feeeeeeeeeeling goooood. Anna’s all irony, or is she? - well, she’s definitely playing the Arctic Monkeys, northern monkeys- you make your mind up. Adam’s writing on Nat’s shoe. We’re giving everyone a song in turn. And it goes like this

Anna – Jungle Boogie

Sarah – Mr Brightside (What’s Nat showing Jen on a piece of paper?)

Adam – I write sins not tragedy- Panic! At the Disco

Nat- The Zutons – Zuton Fever and being from Liverpool, and therefore not to be messed with gets another song and Adam’s slightly emotional about losing his pen - The Zutons- Railroad. (P.S. I really love this song)

Jen – U Can’t Touch This- MC Hammer (Unfortunately the bizarre, disturbing and ultimately hilarious vision of Adam wrapped in clingfilm means Jen missed Hammertime…It was worth it.)

Matt – Maps- Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Lucy – (Matt stole my song, so I had to go for the ultimately predictable) Place your Hands- Reef

Anna- Are you gonna be my girl- Jet

Sarah – Ms Jackson – Outkast

We are practising dirty looks – cultural differences become apparent - Anna’s dirty look becomes a come-on for Jen – maybe this is the cause of chip shop fights?

Adam – Presidents of the United States – Dune Buggy (hehe Squishy Transmission)

Nat – Mass Destruction – Faithless

I give up writing down the songs. They’re all fabulous. Blaahdy blaahdy blah. We’re so good at picking songs. Blahdy Blahdy Blahdy Blah…We’re so cool. Lalalala…

Lots of things happened that I didn’t write down.

OI!! – used for all moments that get too deep. OI!!!

And in our reminisces - we never did this, we never made this etc etc– Jen: WE’RE NOT DEAD! We can do it next year for god's sake!