"I just wanna fucking dance!"

Trying to avoid another night in watching Saturday night Television I took my friend Stuart up on his invite to join him and Moxon at the Mustard Pot in Leeds. He had been asked last minute to fill in for the regular saturday night DJ.

Stuart and Moxon are my two best friends from high school who I've known about nine years, the two people in the world that I trust the most and both equally insane in their own special way. Stuart is an electrician,a DJ and the benchmark for all that is cool. If Stuart wears or knows about something you can bet your life that it's in or about to be the next big thing. Around two years ago there was a week when he wouldn't return any of my calls or speak to me. Eventually he revealed his secret and gingerly stepped out of the closet only to discover that I had been keeping the same secret from him too, Steal my thunder why don't you! What a cheek!

Moxon has been friends with Stuart long before I met them both and crashed the party.He makes me laugh and irritates me in equal measures He works at British Aerospace doing, something. I try to remember everytime he tells me but the information just dosn't want to stick in my head. Then there's the fact that he's also a transvestite, which does tend to stick in your head. He descibes himself as the female Jack Beauer, which tells you everything you need to know really.

The Mustard Pot is a little old fashioned looking pub on the outskirts of Leeds. A nice little place in a generic chain pub kind of way. The best thing about it is that Stuart is allowed to play pretty much what he likes. Which means wall to wall camp classics and early 90's dance all night. The weirdest thing is that the crowd, mostly middle aged couples and drunken old men absoutely loved it! Just goes to show there's a gay man in everyone just trying to get out! The only dampner on the night was Moxon who didn't react to well to the camp classics and sulked all night.

Well, You can't please them all.