Sunday, 17 December 2006

The Clap Clinic.

I've been to some peculiar venues in my time but a workgroup where you are taught how to clap in time/rhythm with a crowd, to music, THAT has to claim some sort of prize.
Those Brighton Bum Boffins seem to have every angle covered!
Still, it was all good fun and I now feel confident in my ability to applaud any band in a way that, in all likelyhood, would freak them out.
And it's not as easy as it sounds.
In fact, a fair few of the attendees couldn't manage it at all, opting to sit there scratching their respective (but, I suspect, not respected) crotches instead.

Zeus's willy, I love Brighton!


Soft Pink said...

Only in Brighton! I'm afraid though I prefer the soft pink as opposed to the tough brown.

Anonymous said...

perhaps you'll soon die of aids

Justin Brown said...

Perhaps I will, homophobic, ignorant, anonymous fool. But, currently being HIV negative, I'm afraid it won't be anytime soon.
Chances are much higher that you'll die, blindly chasing a gay across a road with a stick.
But I have every sympathy for your type and do understand that your homophobia was probably beaten into you by your ignorant parents and peers.
Help is at hand, though, and I'd be more than happy to open your eye for you, if you'd like.

Frances Oapen said...

Thats one asshole youd be better off avoiding Justin babe. XXX

Justin Brown said...

That's just the kind of asshole that I like, Frances. One that doesn't realise what it's missing.

Anonymous said...

queer bastard