The Worst

The Zutons-Pressure Point

The worst night at The Loft. Yes, you heard me. Last night was proper bollocks. A perfect disaster. A melancholic predicament. Two and a half hour of nincompoop noise doesn't make Milan Baros spreads his legs for me. Well of course, Mr Baros has nothing to do with this but I was bloody dejected! I'd rather spend my time learning some culinary skills or making handicraft out of condoms. Saving songs for new year. That's what the dj said!. I mean, come on, it's not like we are going to fuck you for playing the same songs today and on new year eve! The fact that they played songs from Muse, The Strokes and Radiohead in the last fifteen minutes certainly didn't complement for the first two and a half horrible hour we endured!

By the way, the guy in white belt is a definite hotness!. Pretty and rugged. Heh.