I recently celebrated my 23rd birthday, which consisted of lovely, thoughtful housemates, my mum being lovely and thoughtful (as per), going to a local vegan cafe with family and eating vegan cake, and a really great night out with friends in Southampton to see Skream, which is what I’m recapping in this post! I only have the digital photos as I have some film I haven’t developed yet, but I actually remembered to take photos this year, so go me!
Here we are en route to Southampton, as seen in a terrible photo taken by me, whereby you can see only Georgina and Mat’s faces in whole, and mysterious glimpses of the rest of us:
After a little bit of shop-browsing, we went to The Stable to line our stomachs, which was awesome and I’d definitely go back to. I chose this place because I’d remembered seeing it the last time I came to Southampton to see Skream at Switch (a club that’s opposite) and thought it looked good, and online I saw there was a vegan menu and lots of ciders. Win! There was a really nice vibe in there, and the staff were super friendly.
They were friendly even when, after taking a bite of my pizza (which is supposed to be spicy and I’d ask for no chilli to make it not spicy, and in biting into it it was spicy) they brought me out a replacement pizza with no stress whatsoever. I chose a different one with potato on it and it was INCREDIBLE. I didn’t take a picture of this new pizza because I was busy eating it all, but it was amazing. Instead, here’s a picture of the spicy one which would have been amazing if I wasn’t such a spice wimp:
I really failed last year to take any group photos on my birthday, and so I’m so happy I got some this year! Even if in almost all of them at least one person’s face is half cut out hahah.
Topped up on cider and pizza (great combo) we headed back to the hotel to get ready for the night ahead and pre-drink!
I’d never been to Junk before – it was small, with a cosy dance floor, bright pink toilets that reminded me of the Ministry of Sound bathrooms (I’ve considered making a review blog for club toilets, but I’ve not quite reached that level of insanity yet), but with that dimly lit ambience over the stalls that mean you’re kind of squinting to see if any cubicles are free or not. And it was one of those places where you’re sat on the toilet with one leg holding the door shut, because none of them lock, but on my scale of club toilet cleanliness experiences it was a-okay.
Now I’ve gotten the weeing review out of the way, onto the important stuff – small, intimate clubs and rooms are my favourite (ultimate faves being Phonox in Brixton, or Patterns in Brighton) and on this Junk delivered. But my god was the place hot – think John Tejada levels of sweat:
I found myself leaving the dance floor at around 1am to put my hair up (classic, routine, once the pony tail is up I no longer care about my appearance and it’s all about the music and crunching ice in lieu of water out of a plastic cup), and at around 3am I briefly left the dance floor to strip off the black, netted shirt I had on underneath my playsuit. Which, okay, was technically full of holes anyway so shouldn’t have made a difference, but my god it did.
Give me a moment to wax poetic about Skream – at least a little, until I dedicate an entire blog post to doing that in the near future. To bring any new readers up to speed, Skream is my favourite DJ, and I see him do his thing quite a lot – this is the fourth time I’ve seen him this year. Sadly it was the shortest set I’ve seen him do this year (I think it was 12:30-04:30) but he always delivers. So yes, like every time I see him, he had a great set, and I had a lot of fun on that dance floor. And like all times I’m having that much fun, I neglect my phone, and so I have pretty much no photos from the latter part of the night. However – I did have my trusty Olympus mju-ii zoom 35mm point and shoot out with me which I took a few shots on, and once I’ve finished the roll and it’s developed I’ll share any shots on the blog that actually came out/are acceptable to present to the world wide web.
The night ended blinking against the bright 6am morning light, walking back to the hotel, getting into bed and blearily walking to the reception at midday to pay £10 for an extra 2 hours of sleep (#realstruggles). But the suffering of the next day was worth it, and once I’d travelled home I spent my evening in bed stuffing my face with bourbon biscuits (love doing this). I’m most grateful for the fact so many of my friends were able to come, taking time off work to be there, and I loved being surrounded by the people I love.