Day Six

Saturday 2nd November 1991.

Lie the fuck in.

The information for today's entry is slightly blurred, sketchy at best, I could get the order wrong, so bear that in mind if the following account is in any way chronologically unsound.

Got up late and went to to town. Sort of hung around some big, fuck off shopping centre with Geoff, Lee, Omar, Graham, Raeff. Couldn't get our heads around the place so we went to some weird bar with a pool table downstairs. Smashed pretty much everybody off the table once we'd set up a tournament for hard cash, though the final was debatable because I didn't nominate on the black when I beat Geoff. Fucker never told me. In my world only pussies nominate a pocket on the black.

Asked Raeff how come he was so good at pool and he just said he'd played a lot when he was hanging out in Iraqi bomb shelters during the Gulf War. Nice.

Got back to the hotel and relaxed before the storm hit. Met up with Dom T and Estrella at a bar with the guys, had a few Jacks then we took off with Carlos and Alloy the drivers to some surreal Argentinian restaurant.
Already we're getting into a frenzy. Woof, woof, two of Estrella's flatmates turned up and by the time we were out of there a shed load of Carlos' mates were there. Got to some lowlife club in the centre of Madrid, the hysteria taking off. Estrella taught me and Geoff the Lambada while Dom T looked on like he was chewing bees. I kind of got the hang of it, it's, like incredibly sexual. I haven't been that close to a woman's crotch in years.

Things spiralled more out of control, drinking the beer dead fast because of the heat. Finally we left the place at 3am, only to be dragged kicking and screaming to another club, a sort of rave place, if that's the correct terminology. Lee and Raeff were half coked to oblivion. Lee was doing some kind of trancey drug dance up on the stage. God help us.
I just drank and danced some more. The strobe lights were good. Almost finished. Death by dancing.

The drive home was virtually suicidal, Alloy was more pissed than us. He droppped the girls off after reversing full pelt the wrong way up their one way street and wanted to take us all off somewhere to get laid. We persuade him to let us live instead and he got us back to the hotel in one piece. I think.

Drop dead on contact with the bed.