[Trash-talk] 5th april 2002 - my turn to reminise (i cant spell it!)

[Shirley vixen]

its about 11.50am here with me...

so this time last year, i was making my way by taxi to the corn exchange in 
edinburgh (sad bitch :P) avec mon petit ami wearing a far too short skirt, 
far too high knee boots and no damn socks with my fishnets (please i need a 
girl to agree that you have to wear socks with fishnets under boots cos 
otherwise its so uncomfortable!).

at this point in proceedings id been awake for 28 hours having got up the 
day before for the doctor and beauty procedures (eyebrow wax and hair dye 
yes! i had been black head before but now i was nice red and shimmery) 
followed by watching lesbian films with my friend laura all night and 
talking all night in my single bed.. what was the point in sleeping? we left 
the house at 5am to go to the airport.. about an hour later we arrived (the 
last of the group aaargh) laura was refused entry to the plane so after 
getting it somewhat sorted, she'd get a later flight - i tearfully got on 
the plane with my other friends siofra and daniel (and francis)..

we arrived in edinburgh singing cherry lips and doing impromtu performances 
for security guards... oh and taking fabulous pictures.. *hehe* then the bus 
carrying shell, simon and barry arrived and i ran away and was dragged by 
siofra and daniel (both actually half carrying me) to meet everyone.. shell 
rocks everyone.. he rocks! so does barry..

but fast forward through a crazy morning in shell's flat of me squealing and 
trying to comprehend what was going on here - was i in edinburgh? with a 
whole load of trashers? was i going to see garbage? er.. yes! well, i 
managed to cope pretty damn well - i enjoyed dressing up as a dominatrix and 
leading martin around on a lead while wearing barry's fetish boots and 
cracking his whip...

so yeah - we're at the venue.. simon and i.. its now 12pm here.. which is 
the time us lovely people arrived.. i am NOT ASHAMED! i am an obsessed kid 
who couldnt believe what was going on in her life at all...

an hour and a half later the trashers arrive - shell, sirin, diana, alison, 
nikz, barry... (at last)

4 hours later - i stand dopily while a car drives past and shirley waves at 
me, very excitedly. of course, i dont know its her and am afraid its just 
someone random so i dont do anything but stand there looking stupid...

okay so 5pm - ive been there for 5 fucking hours! ive rang all my friends 
from home.. ive introduced myself to every single person there - including a 
few who go "who the fuck are you?" and one, who shall remain nameless but 
forever on my black list because she was so damn nasty! i was being 
friendly, we're at a garbage gig together, is it a crime to be NICE? okays - 
anyways, but im very cold, but definitely not hungry cos i run around trying 
to feed everyone with my huge supply of food, that *was* appreciated..

but im standing there with another friend of mine (mikey) finally having 
arrived.. im wearing simons huge leather jacket.. i have a fluffy sheep down 
my top, my make up is smugged and im ugly.. so who comes up but miss 
erickson to take a picture - i didnt know it was her at that point.. i just 
thought it was a random photographer and i got exicted - well i wouldnt go 
first of all cos i thought they were pointing at the wrong person and i 
would look like an arse if i ran on.. but yeah finally i was pushed out and 
i got a lovely photograph of me grimacing at the camera with a sheep poking 
out of my chest... yes, im sure i looked hot.. :/

7.10pm - they finally let us in and make a comment about my sheep.. sirin 
has saved me a super cool place...

7.40pm - daniel has arrived with jd and coke and manages to persuade me to 
take off my bra so he can wear it (oh why oh why) while screaming out "fish 
onf ire #6 on sale now.. buy it buy it!.. also girl with spinal problems is 
now regetting 4inch heels...

kelli ali comes and goes thank god.. i couldnt look at those bad extensions 
much longer...

sometime after 9pm..

"oh my god oh my fucking god" is that daniel or is that me?
i grab his hand, its "push it" - its *our* song...
i watch the stage.. it isnt real.. its just a dream.. this cant be real.. 
not for me.. not for who i am.. this day cannot exist...

it is existing.. its fast paced.. its crazy.. random trashers keep smiling 
at me and yelling "louuuuuuuuuuu yeah!" and im feeling crazy.. siofra is 
beside me.. and daniel.. my best friends.. and im overwhelmed.. the music.. 
its been over 3 years.. it couldnt have happened at a better time.. ive 
escaped.. and im in stunned shock.. i think i scream and scream.. i dance.. 
and i sing.. and...

im exhausted.. im too exhausted.. im crushed.. and overenthused.. and 
suddenly the pace lightens for so like a rose.. i cant handle it.. and i 
slither down the barrier to the ground.. there is no space to move.. and i 
can hear music and words.. and i grasp for my inhaler but no one knows what 
i want.. they pull me up.. and try to pull me out.. but i cry at them not 
too.. instead pouring water over my head.. trying to freshen up.. but i feel 
better...

then the requests.. i say trip my wire she refuses it.. i change to get busy 
she refuses it too. some bsides later including the amazing girl dont come.. 
she returns and says what did you want or something.. i give get busy.. its 
for shell and sirin.. they play it...

soon the night is over..
i cant describe the euphoria...
but you cant imagine it...
but the night isnt over yet...

lou
xx



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Now I want it too much, now I want it to stop, now I'm lucky like the 
falling star that fell over me...
~Supervixen-Garbage~

Torrential high seas dragged me to my knees bleeding perfumed blood
~Long Way South-JJ72

AIM:paranoidsupervix
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