So, the best part was the cowboy-hatted middle-aged men climbing over the fence from the
polka-blasting party next door to show of their fast footwork to the hipsters. Then we fought our way inside and upstairs to see The Prayers, who Juanita ended up comparing to baby deer (not sure why).

Second best was Sally Fay starting the world’s most cramped and crazed dance party when The Strange Boys played at the top of the stairs. (Not at all best was me contorting myself under mic stands and smooshing myself up against speakers to try to take pictures of fast-moving boys illuminated only by fairy lights, but I s’pose I like a challenge.)

Double second best was the Naughty-Bodies-premiere-party-Brother-Reade-danceathon replay. It was so good I took off my coat.

Weirdest was that girl getting really over enthusiastic about Jesse Camp filming Sally Fay, then telling her she looked like an actress from Gossip Girl on our way out.

I was sitting on the bus once when Jesse Camp, and a random fan started declaring his love (this is the only reason I’m aware of who Jesse Camp is.) They had a long conversation about what he’s been up to since his MTV fame waned (answer: nothing good).