August 8, 2010 by jessperriam
The line was hell. They were running an hour late and the bogans were starting to boo.
When bogans start to boo you know it could end in fisticuffs.
Awkward and potentially painful.
But it was on the list, and who cares that it was one am, my feet were killing me and the awesome coffee kiosk was broken (I was on the verge of asking the cute barista guy if he could crush some coffee beans with his bare hands and pour some hot water over it); I had to do this – it was on the 30 things list. Plus, I paid 10 pounds, it would be fiscally irresponsible not to do this.
What is this this you talk of Jess? I hear you ask with more than little air of exasperation.
This would be the silent disco.
For the uninitiated, silent disco is like going dancing except everyone is wearing noise-cancelling headphones with the choice of two different DJs playing.
It kind of looks a little like this:
And it kind of sounds like… well it’s quiet and then there’s people bursting into song at random moments and then yelling as the two DJs engage in a popularity contest by asking the people to cheer if they’re listening to their channel.
How was the music? It was good, there was danceable stuff and sing a long stuff.
And the DJs? They were good sports, perhaps a little too much rivalry between the channels. There was one DJ who looked really… Mumsy. Rumour has it she mentioned the m-word to her dancing audience. Yes that m-word: menopause. Sometimes there should be silence at the disco.
And the bogans? Yes… well there were some chaps who decided it would be fun to dack themselves. Lame.
Would I do it again? In a heartbeat – it was the best.
Yes, where’s the proof, Jess? How do we know you didn’t just steal that photo off the internet?
Why would you doubt me? It’s right here: