27th February, 2009 - Ten Moments I remember #5

I’m beginning to enjoy your company. You can stay if you like.

For some reason, this time I’m at the bottom of a pile of bodies at a party in the Couch Potato’s flat. I’m fairly sure there’s an Extreme track playing much louder than it ought to be at this time in the morning in a tenement flat. Somebody thought it would be a good idea to do some moshing. It might have been me.

The weight of the whole party corporate is bearing down on my rib-cage, and they are bouncing above me. I’m gasping happy laughs and staring into the goggle eyed grinning face of my mate Corran who seems to be shouting something like “Yeah. Extreme! Moshpit!” repeatedly.
My ribs are sore. But I am happy.