Me, Simon, Suki, Wurzel, Bumbag and Tyrone were dead bored Saturday coz we couldn't get to Warminster Carnival as the next bus wasn't for six days and we so are not walking so we went to the village disco. We dressed up as monsters and schoolgirls and stuff, took a 24 pack of Carlsberg (Wurzel's dad bought if from the offy for us) and went along.
There were some oldies there, both dancing and doing the disco. You'd think they'd know better, crinkly fuckers. The music was awful - bloody trance and dance stuff, old folk's rubbish. Why do you bother grandad? We didn't even know a lot of the stuff - that townie indie stuff like the Kooks. Why don't old people just die? I hate them.
Anyway Suki went up to the grannie DJ and asked for some well cool stuff - Bryan Adams and Bon Jovi. She didn't have it! What sort of disco was this? Mind you I wouldn't have danced if she had had it - I just wanted to listen and pose and look unbearably cool and frighten the crinklies. So then Bumbag suggests we should ask for some well cool dance stuff as she and Suki wanted to sweat. The best dance song ever is Cha Cha Slide and luckily the 'DJ' had it and we gave it the full works, like Pan's People on speed. The oldies left although the DJs stayed. It's past your bedtimes Gramps! Let us have the decks and we'll play our music.
So then we sits outside and listen to the badgers and owls - better than the bloody music.
I can't wait till all old people are dead and we run the world, with OUR music. Queen and Bryan and the Jovi RULE.
Next day I heard the grannies grumbling as they shifted their equipment saying they wouldn't play Horningsham again coz we was a bunch of uncool wankers!
Us? That's so not true. Watch out world, coz we're the next generation ...
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