World Cup fever has hit the planet today, as most of you are aware I’m not the biggest football fan in the world and unlike the rest of the world I really don’t get into the whole spirit of the competition. I dunno why I hate it so much, maybe it’s because at school I was always put in goal and then was shouted at, when I let the bloody goals in. Or maybe it’s because I’m not very competitive & get bored of all the football talk that seems to pollute everything I read and watch for the next month.
Never the less, today did trigger off great memories of the German World Cup back in 2006. A week after the final, I along with my friend Stu headed to Germany for the final Berlin Love Parade. A day of dressing up and dancing around likeĀ flipping idiots for the weekend. Berlin was still basking in all it’s glory from putting on a world class event so the atmosphere was tipping over the edge even before the parade had started.
Without trying to sound to much like an old man, but it does seem dance music has finally given up all hope and dug itself an early grave. The good old days of clubbing have gone, all we are left with are some awesome memories and some great times. I’m sure dance musicĀ will come back one day fighting hard, But by then, Stu and I will be sitting in our old peoples home, dribbling & shitting ourselves, trying our best to wave glow sticks around, and raising our arms trying to reach for the lasers for one last time.
Photos taken on a borrowed Lomo A (Thanks Hannah) And then crossed processed.












Really gr8 lomo work my friend, in-fact they are almost too good to be lomo!