We’re all off to the Shoreditch-hugging slag and bladder tonight. The problem with an East London multi-venue event (or ‘urban festival’ if you’re a bit of a tool) is that there’s no way of avoiding it. The Wichita office is set pretty much slap-bang in the middle of festivities, so immersion in the hipster madness is unavoidable.
So you may as well dive right in. We are. I went and collected the wristbands for everyone a few hours ago from St. Leonard’s Church and we’re sitting here listening to some fairly gnarly electro in readiness (I don’t know what it is – MB is in charge of the stereo this evening). In roughly 40 minutes we’ll be standing at the back of the Old Blue Last watching Pens before we begin the night in full bloodiness. Where we going? Who are we going to watch? To quote activity co-ordinating mastermind BW, it looks a little like this:
“early – OBL – Pens “***COMMENT DELETED FOR REASONS OF NON-PARTISANSHIP”
middle – “where’s everyone going? Oh, ok then…. me too…”
late – “yes I am riding my bike home!”“
What he fails to mention is that around 10.30pm we’ll be back in the OBL watching Times New Viking. Of bloody course.
Or further to the point:
“I am going to see times new Viking
I am going to do shots with them
No good can come of any of it”
Strong words. Largely based in an inevitable truth.
I’ll report back on.. um… Tuesday.