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The following are actual ads placed in the Personal section of the Ministry of Sound magazine (UK clubbing/lifestyle magazine):
ARE YOU AGED 18-30, female, slim build, into hardcore techno, a recent graduate and political activist? Then go away. I want a poo-thick 16 year old bird with no opinions and massive boobs. Reply to box xxxx
WERE YOU THE GIRL with braids, blue T-shirt, platform trainers, dancing to the left of the stage during JFK's set at Passion last Friday? I was the guy curled up under the speaker stack. I meant to talk to you but I was hallucinating and I thought you had a wolf's head and flippers. But I'm ok now. Reply to xxxx
ATTENTION ALL MAD clubheads in the Toxteth area going to Cream this weekend. Me and my mates are going to nick all your valuables while you're out because we're thieving scally nasty people.
IF YOU ARE a group of around four house fans in the Acton High Street area of West London and you're particularly into old skool Chicago sounds, please turn your stereo down because some of us are bllomin trying to get some sleep.
ARE YOU THE TALL BLACK-HAIRED GUY in the black and silver Versace shirt who I made love to in the Ministry toilets about three months ago without any form of birth control? Please write to me. I'd love to hear from you. Just to see how you are and stuff. Don't worry, there's nothing to worry about. Really. It's just that I'm going to have a...ummm...a PARTY! Yes, that's it. A party. Reply xxxx
WERE YOU THE man standing three feet away from me at the bar in Fabric, smiling weakly and smelling rather too strongly of Issey Miyake? Because if you look at my boobs one more time, I am going to glass you.
The following are actual ads placed in the Personal section of the Ministry of Sound magazine (UK clubbing/lifestyle magazine):
ARE YOU AGED 18-30, female, slim build, into hardcore techno, a recent graduate and political activist? Then go away. I want a poo-thick 16 year old bird with no opinions and massive boobs. Reply to box xxxx
WERE YOU THE GIRL with braids, blue T-shirt, platform trainers, dancing to the left of the stage during JFK's set at Passion last Friday? I was the guy curled up under the speaker stack. I meant to talk to you but I was hallucinating and I thought you had a wolf's head and flippers. But I'm ok now. Reply to xxxx
ATTENTION ALL MAD clubheads in the Toxteth area going to Cream this weekend. Me and my mates are going to nick all your valuables while you're out because we're thieving scally nasty people.
IF YOU ARE a group of around four house fans in the Acton High Street area of West London and you're particularly into old skool Chicago sounds, please turn your stereo down because some of us are bllomin trying to get some sleep.
ARE YOU THE TALL BLACK-HAIRED GUY in the black and silver Versace shirt who I made love to in the Ministry toilets about three months ago without any form of birth control? Please write to me. I'd love to hear from you. Just to see how you are and stuff. Don't worry, there's nothing to worry about. Really. It's just that I'm going to have a...ummm...a PARTY! Yes, that's it. A party. Reply xxxx
WERE YOU THE man standing three feet away from me at the bar in Fabric, smiling weakly and smelling rather too strongly of Issey Miyake? Because if you look at my boobs one more time, I am going to glass you.
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