Antipathy for Wednesday night Corp

Ruminations in a school disco club night in Sheffield at Corporation

Antipathy for Wednesday night Corp

 

So I've been in Corp about thirty seconds now and someone has already spilled a drink on me.
In fact a Corp quad-vod rainbow has formed an impromptu tie-dye effect on my shirt.

Five minutes later and a girl is pissing in the middle of the dance floor and I try to feign surprise.

11.30pm and two weedy freshers are scrapping in the most pathetic fashion imaginable, 
Like two over coiffured poodles fighting over pissing rights to a lamppost.

I have seen enough lesbian kisses to fill a porntube, 
but none of them mean it.

There's always that awkward person who doesn't follow the school uniform dress code.
In this case it's the attractive brunette with more leg than your average giraffe, 
but damn you attractive brunette!
You just don’t justify dressing like a normal human being.

There's always one pillock who wears a bow tie, 
Let’s just clarify: you are not James Bond; 
you are not even Johnny English.

I'm listening to the music and thinking:
no I'm not a solider boy and

I have never super-soaked a hoe.

 

I look at the girl next to me and think, 
maybe I'd just like to get to know you
or something stupid like that.