We had the pleasure of attending a special ball Saturday night on the fabulous SS Great Britain in Bristol Docks.
Everyone was dressed up, spirits were high and the champagne flowed rather nicely... we were enjoying it UNTIL we met the disco.
The DJ's set up was rather like our own. A CD mixer and bxes of cd's. His lights were OK, effective.
Immediately we entered the disco he left... buggered off for 20 minutes and left a vile CD on. I checked out his unimpressive music collection.
He returned, and started his set. Back to back Michael Jackson and some of the most uninspiring music ever. I asked for the Arctic Monkeys. He said he hadn't been able to get that CD... a bit obscure! WHAT!
The dance floor being packed was nothing to do with his skills, rather a crate load of champagne and drunk nurses who'd have danced to Val Doonigan.
What's the point mate? You don't like music,you have no knowledge, you can't mix. Give it up.
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