vortigern

I am once again reminded how I hate london

.. I went to a rock/metal club.. not too bad apart from they did play too much stuff I didn't know and people are a bit 'cold'
Came to 2 o'clock and the place shuts... I ask around where the next party is at... most people are surprised by the question like 2am is the latest they've stayed up in their lives.
I speak to a nice girl who puts me in a car with her brother-in-law to go somewhere.
... turns out it's fucking miles off (near high barnet)... but hey-ho.. have a good time until oneof the guys who lives there suddenly says (as everybody was standing) "I want to go to bed .... everybody out"... I protest that we are in the middle of nowhere and he should at least give us chance to call a cab... he says "phone box is down the road" ..so I walk out of the door expecting other guests to follow... nope .. just me.... I wouldn't've minded if they'd said "We don't like you.. fuck off" .. but to pretend to accept me and then play games is just childish....and tbh I don't remember doing anything out of order!

Anyway... I slept against a tree outside their house for a while and then walked about a mile until I found the tube station...
By the time I got to the DLR it was quite busy... and every one of the other people looked pissed off (like me)
that's not right.

anyway... time for bed