Parklife Review in two words: Kinda Shit
I went out after parklife last year and regret it from massive lack of energy, and obviously I didn’t learn anything last time. Standing and listening to music for 13 hours in not what the body was built for.
Here is what happened post Parklife:
Ate a burger, Apperantly was not on the guestlist for the afterparty, talked my way in for free, Claude Von Stroke touched my Bell-end, gave him a fist bump, saw him mix smirnoff with redbull and water, A-trak was alright, seemed out of it and was on his phone a fair bit, Beni drank smirnoff straight from the bottle, what a gangster. Every 30 minutes people would yell his name and Beni would be pissed since he was still DJing. A trak found my bell amusing but didn’t ring it. I shook his hand and gave him a fist bump. My hands are worth so much now I should get them insured.
