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Prins Thomas is a DJ from Norway
07 October 2008 02:39:57
Prins Thomas is a DJ from Norway… Or how my brain works fucked Oh urinal let me embrace thee! It trickled out sporadically, teasingly, eventually finding a full flow, the dam burst and he let out a loud pee-gasm driven sigh: "Ah fuck that's good." The pressure of toilet performance was now over he needn't hide himself in the corner any longer. A quick look around a few shakes and we’re done. The floor began to tremor with a funk driven bass from downstairs, a youth lay held in the grip of a white toilet emerging stale and spent looking, mouth spluttering words to his sneakerwise friend. "Fuckin deadly tune man" "Yea, you, ah nearly done there boss?" the friend remarks nonchalantly. At the bar voices raised in the bravado that only payday brings, heads rise up from the feeder, puffy eyes of the weekend drinkers; a warm welcome. And there he sits the Solomon of all this chaos the bringer of goodtimes, telegram boy for the hangovers that lurk in the recesses of all present. “What’s your drink son?” -"Just a beer" "That'll be six euro." Six euro, robbery without violence, he thought to himself. He moves towards the floor, standing silently beside a girl. "In Norway it wouldn't be as much, longest coastline in the world in proportion to its size, didn't you know" he commented to Stephanie, a French girl who had perfected the art of the awkward silence here they stood lost in the translation of an inaudible foreign language. "Prins Thomas is his name" he motioned pointing to the DJ who in fact was Prins Thomas a well known House Dj from Norway which was presumably why the soon to be rejected man blurted out his coastline knowledge. "Em very interesting" she countered Mistakenly led into thinking the conversation had a life further than outside those last syllables the man tried to think of more information on Norway or at least Prins Thomas. 'Um yea the promoters a friend of mine, I come here sometimes for the good acts its busy tonight too, Radioactive Man played support, think them Norwegian lads brought the cold weather with them too, ha ha' "Yes its quite cold" realising that the man was not to be put off with subtle hints she decided to make the best of it. "Em I wonder could you maybe get me a drink? Mines empty" Yes this is my chance alright knew watching that documentary on Norway would pay off thank you BBC Bristol! he thought excitedly. "Um yea of course same again?" There he is again, that bartender bastard! I am loving this music though two turntables that's all it takes think they call that a mash up. Wonder why he isn't big like Rokysopp maybe doesn't want all the attention bet you he knows them though. "That'l be 12 euro" 12 it was six a minute ago, fuck sake. The scratch of glasses. Don't spill it. Ok where is she? Ah Bollox. Prins Thomas went on to a house party that night happy in the knowledge that the people enjoyed his music, Stephanie met a Spanish trigonometry student who didn't seem to mind or understand the awkard silences. And three drinks later that man was seen stumbling towards a kebab takeaway mumbling something under his breath about annual percentage rainfall in the northern European climate, or something of the like. Luckys blog '0' comment(s) have been made.![]() |
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