ALTHOUGH THE CLUB WAS REALLY EXCLUSIVE THEY STILL PLAYED MGMT AND BRITNEY SPEARS AND SHIT AND I THINK HE PLAYED A COUPLE OF SONGS TWICE.
Oh man, I don’t know if any of you have been to Milan but holy fuck that place is crazy. For every flaccid, saggy boob in the UK there are about three drop-dead girls who make NZ’s Next Top Model finalists look like morgue attendants.
We played this club where they charged everyone €20 before putting them through a screening process to see whether or not they’re going to let them into the club. Once inside the club every single drink costs €12 and every single person is trying to fuck something. James walked in on some sweaty buttsecks, I saw some chicks grinding on each other up against the rail of the “VIP” area and there were a bunch of hetero couples as well but straight sex is boring, so let’s not go there.
The guys in Italy seem to be very aromatic – they don’t smell bad, they just smell more, I guess. I believe they have evolved this to make themselves more apparent to the chix in the cities. I didn’t feel like a man at all, more like a boy. Actually, more like I did in my first kitchen-handing job on the strip when I was 15: Lost, alone, inept and covered in left-over food.
Sounds like a real party to me. No wonder they could afford to fly you over form the UK just for one show!