Thursday, 15 May 2008

Get on your Dance'n shoes...


I feel really old like! Not 21 for another few weeks at least, I should be well in the groove now of going out every week, failing to turn up to work, and bearing the fortuitous consequences.

This is not the case; I’m turning into a boring old fart. Maybe I peaked too soon? Surfing the streets of Sunderland at 16 has done nowt for my social verve in my elder years. Before long I will be banished to my bedroom preferring cyber friends to drinking buddies. Town just doesn’t do it for me anymore!

Sunderland in its own right felt like its own socialistic bubble, where the majority of folk knew one another, or at least knew someone, who knew another person, who had sex with a mate of your brother’s. I loved the place, it reminded me of ‘Cheers’ where “everyone knows your name!” However, as I got older the bubble seemingly burst and I haven’t a clue who anyone is anymore.

For anyone synonymous with Sunderland on a Thursday night they will surely have an incline to what I’m talking about. It was shite, but we loved it!

It's well documented that neighbouring Newcastle is regarded as nightclub capital of the country, amongst the other big hitters, Leeds, Manchester, Liverpool, and of course London. But in a strange way I prefer Sunderland.

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