Feeling gloomy, Angel

Not an entirely satisfactory way to spend a Saturday night, because it was compered by an idiot and his idiot friends who gave it the atmosphere of a local radio show. They failed to mix their CDs properly, or show any flair for easing between moods. And they talked too much, and voice-synched to songs. Utter tits, never again.

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