The metaphysics of partying; tales of deviant pursuits of euphoria.
There’s no doubt that as soon as you step into the club you’re going to experience something, a beautiful moment where everything comes together.
Moves flow, you ride the vibe of your fellow clubgoers, and you don’t want it to stop. Usually, that moment is facilitated by alcohol – tequila, rum, childish cocktails or, for the demons that walk among us, vodka.
The best and worst substance that I’ve ever taken is MDMA.
People obviously talk about heroin and crack, and I have considered low doses of meth and GHB just to kind of dip my toes in the chem session scene – if you don’t know what that is, it’s a naughty sex thing. But as a cheeky Chappy raver boy, I think pill popping is as far as I’ve come to absolute perfect bliss.
The Street Talks is a regular series asking feral partygoers from a city somewhere in the UK their opinions on big clubland topics.
This week we asked some anonymous jungle skank-heads in Bristol whether banned substances should become legal. Rumoured to be the ‘cocaine capital of Europe’ by the city’s proudest nostril warriors, they offer some well-informed perspectives.
To All the Drunk Girls I’ve Loved Before
Dear drunk girl I met in the club bathroom at Peckham Audio,
The sisterhood that we created whilst exchanging Instagrams is one so strong it could never be replaced. Even though we will only DM each other to share the pictures that we took that night, clearly our temporary friendship means so much to me. Where are you now, I wonder?