Bruce's journal (original) (raw)

Dear Diary,

Spent most of Friday as giddy as a child on Xmas Eve and the night tripping balls on acid and dressed as a werewolf. Chris was also dressed as a werewolf, Morgan was a skeleton and Ollie wore his creepily blank-expressioned Japanese cat mask under a black cowl and generally looked cool.

The music was, in the modern parlance, banging, the crowd enthusiastic and the atmosphere frivolous. The only edge of unpleasantness was provided by the security who were seriously deluded if they thought they were having any impact on the drug use at all. If you asked me if I thought drugs were necessary for a night that ran for eleven hours during the period when the body expects, quite reasonably, to be asleep then, frankly, I'd have to say yes. The LSD my colleague obtained was the only thing that kept me awake - along with being really terribly entertaining.

The rest of the weekend was spent in an affable daze shuffling between pubs, restaurants and Morgan's flat. It's easy to dismiss such moments in the light of epic nights out but they are the real substance of a good, rewarding social life. The events that get talked about for years are important, providing the mortar that binds our friendships - but the day-to-day is why we build them.