So to start off my come back mission I thought I could ket you know what choon was dropping at my average New Years Eve celebrations got RRREEEAAALLLLLLLYYYYY exciting when I got to "count down," from ten to zero. Honestly I have not really been a massive fan on New Years parties but I trundled on down to Secret Sundaze. This year it was located in the south London paradise also known as Peckham. With DJ's on the bill like Trevino, Andreś, Martyn Amir Alexander, James Priestly and Giles Smith it was set to be storming.
I was most looking forward Marcus Intalex acid house project Trevino and he didn't disappoint. I am not going to lie to you and tell you it was "amazing" and "he smashed it" because I don't think a set should be judged on one tune that I remember, because at this point I was hammered. But the tune I do remember got a big reaction from the crowd and on further inquiry to the meth head next to me (I think he had a go at me for not knowing the song name, which I got quite insulted by as being screamed at by a meth head at 4 in the morning is an experience I wish on know one) I found out it was called Tweakonomics. It goes like this:
After that I was throughly inebriated and lost everyone so went looking for my friends. This involved tripping over things stumbling into people and instead of saying I was sorry, decided to wish everyone and anyone who would listen happy new year. If I did this at any other time of the year in Peckham's coldest club The Bussey Building I would get beat up. But as it's NYE people embraced my friendliness and for some reason wanted to hug it out. Bunch of weirdos.
Having got home at silly o'clock and lay upon my bed ready for some well deserved rest I concluded, just like I do every year and I am pretty sure most people say the same thing, that New Year's Eve is a standard night of the year for going out apart from the added bonus of getting to shout at the top of your lungs the number ten to one.
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