You take 10 days holiday, and people say, ‘Going anywhere nice?’
I just had the best holiday you can get. How do I describe the places I’ve just been?
Train to that there London town. Bermondsey, London. Big dark room with no windows. Had to practice making some sounds. Couple of girls came along and made some sounds too. Train back home.
Thought I’d drive to the next room on the M40. Cowley, Oxford. Bigger dark room. No windows, flashing lights, lots of people. Made the sounds we’d been practising. Lots of happy people. Drove home.
Next day got train again to London. Met a bloke I used to work with. Had a chat. Kentish Town, London. Huge room with two floors and seats. No windows. Again still quite dark, until someone put lots of lights on. Four girls also came along. Two were those from Borough. They made their sounds, then we made ours. A good many more happy people.
Liked it so much, went back the next night. You know what… it was even better from where I sat the second time, and my kids decided to come too. They got a taxi home and the driver said he knew a lot of the sounds we made from a while back.
Went for a train ride to Manchester. All Saints, Manchester. These girls must have got the same holiday package I got!! Anyway, big oblong black room. There may have been some windows but they were covered. Many, many shiny-topped people. All of us made our sounds and there were lots of very, very, happy bouncy people.
Got on a big bus to go to Scotland. Stopped off at a 1970′s service station in Bolton. Everything seemed to cost £1.80. Got to Scotland. No proper football on the telly!! Excellent North Indian curry.
The Gorbals, Glasgow. Room similar to the one in Kentish Town. Different accents. Beginning to think these girls know a thing or two. They keep making these really good sounds before the blokes I’m with make ours and then at the end, two of the girls danced on top of two of the really, really happy people and they all make the most noise … EVER. Walked over a river. Went to a karaoke bar. Closed. Monday night I guess. Met some of those really, really happy people. Thought it might be good to go and see if some different people in Manchester might like to join us in the dark oblong room again.
Got the train instead of the big bus back to Manchester. One bloke traveling with us pointed out a couple of mills he’d worked in a while back. All Saints, Manchester. Same room but with lots of cameras pointed at us, and, another girl with some other blokes also there to make some really good sounds. So the first lot of girls (I bet they will be on telly soon) have a good time making sounds on the raised bit of the room at one end and one of them had a birthday cake. Then the other girl with her mates make different great sounds, and then me and the blokes I’m with have to stand there after making our sounds and everyone makes more noise at us than I thought it possible to make. I hope the cameras caught it all so I can put it in my holiday album.
Definitely the best holiday I’ve been on so far…