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Pinders Park, Me and Jennings

So here i was, after a day spending in Pinders park, i was here to do the job i was originally hoping to do, spend my night with good people, good drink, good music and a weight off my shoulder from the future. Jennings as i call him was swigging the last bit of frosty jacks cider, arr good olde frosty, just cant beat the hobo drink on a warm Saturday, spending numerous hours in a public park and acting like your still in year 9. We arrived in good time aswell, 3 hours before the main gig was supposed to start. The snooty was bare but that's expected at 5 o'clock in the afternoon, the calm before the storm, the earthquake before the tsunami. We both sat down with numerous other locals, and the scene was set for the whole night to kick off.

"you know what this polish stuff is crap, and the hangover is going to be bad and i haven't even mentioned the extraordinary prices that the snooty has" and thus started the principal banter of Luke Jennings

"well that's wakey for ya, we pay our stuff from our mediocre jobs and thus spend it in 10 minutes on a Saturday to just repeat the process like a regime of democracy"

"well society is up my ass, we need a dictatorship, one person, one person to blame, for when it all goes up, heyy i even support Mr Gaddafi" spurted out Jennings, but this is what happens after 6 litres of cider that contain no apples, a full belief that change is wrong and the Yorkshire way is the true way.

             I was here to do my assignment of Gonzoness but i had to find the right vibe of people to interact with, Jennings was always going to be involved in one way or another, its his liberal set mind that i blame for this. Either way this was a very manly occasion, all around, testosterone was filling the air to such a degree that the norm was of long hair, BO and spilt beer that's over 5%, even the females, may look femalish but all in all had the personality that would make Jeremy Clarkson look like a 9 year old boy lost and wanting his mummy. 2 hours had past, and the atmosphere had changed to what was bad in the world, to what needed to change within the world, it was becoming the type of scene that i wasn't really interested in, too much depression, too much talk and not enough action, but this is what the snooty fox regulars are like and anyway i wasn't here to share my views on the world, but to do my way and express the views on tonight's music which wasn't that far away.

Thanks to Joanna bacon for taking this photo of the night

An hour to go until the gig and the mood was chipper

"step into my office" Jennings said to numerous randomers he just met, but that's Jennings for ya, the sorta chap that everyone gets along with but would think in the morning that he was Quite possibly the most intolerant person you've ever had the displeasure to meet and took liberalism to unreasonable and irrational extremes. i would just point out that his office, is not an office but rather the males bathroom which where 90% of stuff that happen in here is illegal. i followed the group and not surprisingly the white party drug better known as Mkat was being taken for a wild ride and the smell of numerous joints being rolled was intense, like an actually Mary Jane farm was being grown here. i got offered to take it, but decided not to, as this would start a mind argument within myself and whether to remember anything from the night just so i could write this report up. I put the effort in doing this so why try and disrupt the harmony i thought but this soon changed after 4 more polish bottles of lager.

"JENNINGS HIGH CLASS PRICK JENNINGS GET IN HERE NOW YA FOOL INTO YOUR OFFICE"

everyone knew what i wanted if it included Jennings and his "office" so there was no point in keeping it secret. He strolled in with his usual jacket attire

"all righty all righty" he grumbled

Me and Jennings outside the Snooty

he placed the goods on the side next to the sink, got out his university card and cut up several lines. The first 2 lines were harsh and solid and made my mind swim with lust for fast paced, blood rushing action but after the 3rd and 4th line, things seemed much more simpler and i was just entrusted with a new wave of energy, i left the "office" with Jennings bent over the sinking, snorting even more of the stuff, stumbling towards the back room of where the band was going to play, Devoured as i remember. It wasn't long now, the people were gathering, the energy was flowing and i was ready to either crash and burn somewhere or get this bloody show on the road and make this work happen.

              Start of the gig (i believe anyway)

i strolled in, without a care in the world, the people were roaring with blood, sweat and beer and they wanted their thrill of heavy metal music. I managed to find a place next the bar, the best place for a person like me, where i wouldn't have to move that far to get a nice cold stiff drink, something which is a necessity for my body in a night like this. Finally the band arrived on stage, the curtain was lifted and one movement of the lead singer showing his appreciation of the crowd started the volcano of movement. Hair was swishing everywhere like a flock of birds had just escaped an abandoned building. too much for me i tell you, I'm glad i got a back row seat, it was too much for my brain and body to take,

"keep the polish bottles flowing over here bar man"

it was going to be the only substance to make me feel sane for if i was unleashed within the pit than the chemicals inside of me would have surely taken over and i would have been lost to the highway to hell. I remember staying for a maximum of 2 songs and than left, the tapes from the Dictaphone agree with this, i headed outside where Jennings was sat on the numerous wrecked benches that has suffered abuse of many many years.

"well this is crap" i exclaimed with a downturn fed up tone

"I indeed, and I'm running out of giro"

"shall we head up a posse and head back to pinders, head to the Jet garage, get more Frosties and just hang the night away
"this is an idea with not many downfalls"

and that was that, we shouted numerous claims to ransomers to come and enjoy the calmness of the park with cheap intoxication, much better than the rush and buzz of the snooty. Eventually we gatherd about 5 people and headed to pinders, where other peoples nights may be getting to their hype, ours were just beginning and could last many more hours.

Pinders Park, about 3 oclock

Pinders was quiet, and well its what i expected for a midnight drink in a park. My night had ended in failure of gathering a review, but still i came out to live the gonzo dream of being incoherent, messy and not being easy to follow, for which i can compliment that this night was all of them, but this is Wakefield, the Merry City known for its drunkenness blur that circles its citizens and i wouldn't want to change it any other way, yes its a shit hole but its my shit hole for me to extort, build and destroy in my own free time.