Gues what? I'm a tunespotter: You could have BPM in dance music as your specialist subject on Mastermind. You can be found in or near the DJ box watching them like a hawk for mistakes. If they make none, you're the best PR they could have, if they dare make a mistake, you've crucified them quicker than Jesus. You still get excited about vinyl and have at least one signed copy of something, be it a record, a chewing gum wrapper, or your tits.
Quite obvious realy but: You are a Cyber You may well be a tryhard now but you were all cybers first and all the belts in the world won't change that. You either do or did smear yourself in UV paint, staple a teddy to your arse and keep the local fluff shop in business. Always on the look out for the latest flashing dummy and hell-bent on making damn sure you have something to be embarrassed about when you older. Fair play to you though, you're resilient to say the least.
I tried to see what I will be like in the future Im a Dance Monster It's a wonder you've ever made any friends clubbing as you're always on the dancefloor, drenched and going at it like an epileptic in a strobe factory. You get a month's worth of exercise in one night, and in a scene that's rapidly losing its PLUR'y roots, you're still keeping it real and feeling the music.
You are a cyber: You may well be a tryhard now but you were all cybers first and all the belts in the world won't change that. You either do or did smear yourself in UV paint, staple a teddy to your arse and keep the local fluff shop in business. Always on the look out for the latest flashing dummy and hell-bent on making damn sure you have something to be embarrassed about when you older. Fair play to you though, you're resilient to say the least. well, i guess i was a cyber mleh :cyber:
You are a Letch You're the bloke giving out hand massages, you're the random with the pot of Vicks, you're the raptor of clubland, stalking clubs for some poor girl or boy that's lost all judgment for long enough for you to have your wicked way with them. You can be heard dishing out compliments like they're going out of fashion: 'Oooh ello, you're looking good enough to eat tonight, would you like a MASSAGE?!?!?!'.
im a cynic You'll have 'life wasnt as good as it used to be' engraved on your headstone. It hasn't occurred to you that it might be you that's shit at clubbing rather than clubbing that's suddenly just gone shit. Yet because you've been at it approximately one year longer than any other clubber, you can't think of anything else to do with your weekends other than stand around moaning about cybers, ticket prices, and 'it' being too trancey. Pipe and slippers await. fuck a cynic at 18.
