winter meal deal - Now Then

Despair is a point reached on a weekly basis for
me. Walk along West Street on any given night or
past either of the student unions, perhaps Leadmill
on a Monday or Corporation on a Wednesday and
that rising feeling of nausea, anger, desperation
and of course contempt comes swelling up inside in
me like some re-emerging demon of old. The clatter
of heels, the squeals of idiocy, the chanting of the
brain-dead and the costumes of the damned pass
me by day in day out.
I wonder to myself how these people are to
become the future of our nation, how they managed
to hoodwink their parents into sending them off to
learn the significance of academia when in fact
it seems to have totally passed them by. Instead
they rush out in nothing but a thong and an old
fluorescent builder’s jacket to which ever venue
is providing the most stereotypically bland and
obvious event, where drinks will be cheap and most
importantly sex will be available.
It seems clear to me that people don’t want to
be entertained, they want to fuck. Fair play to them -
after all that is what most people want and it is little
wonder why when you consider the amount of sex
that surrounds us in our daily lives – it is everywhere.
The easiest way to sell a product is through sex, the
most visited pages on the internet contain sex and
now it seems that the most popular nights out are
the ones that harness the potential of sex.
Check out ‘School Disco’ if you don’t believe
me or perhaps try ‘Shag’. Did anyone witness the
most recent ‘Carnage’? Hundreds of girls dressed
in nothing but high heels, suspenders, knickers and
a t-shirt running around the city chased by mobs
of actual cocks and on the corner of each street -
an ambulance. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to
work out these combinations are dangerous and
the fact the authorities deem it prudent to park up
emergency vehicles, I think, says it all.
Obviously, I don’t object to people going out
to have a good time and get laid. What I object
to is the manner and style in which people do it,
the cynical exploitation by the night clubs and
promotions companies who pray on these basic
instincts and the blatant lack of responsibility and
care for their punters’ well-being. What worries me
most of all, though, is people’s general inability
to recognise the fiddle on which they are being
played – someone is getting rich out there and it is
not us. I find it baffling that in a city with so much
entertainment and such a rich history in modern
alternative culture that the newbie’s immediately run
off to the crassest events without a second thought.
I despair.
REG REGLER.
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