That Girl from Derwent dwells on the value of religion this Christmas.
That Girl from Derwent has learned a few more things about prejudice since moving up North.
That Girl From Derwent reckons if you're going to be offensive, you should find a better reason.
That Girl from Derwent considers why it is that some words have wider implications than others.
Scenario 1. It’s eight in the evening and I’m already running late for my social, although I’m not even near being ready. Trying to squeeze into my dress and heels is the usual preparation for one of many nights out in York. I finally make it into town where we hit several bars before heading to the club around eleven to avoid queues. Once inside the club, I’m greeted with Spice Girls’ songs booming from the boxes - this is definitely the time to show off our dance moves. We drink VK’s, we might wander off to the ‘Indie’ room where they play all top 40 ‘Indie’ songs.
By half three we’re kicked out of the club to take a few steps to the taxi.
Sound familiar?
Scenario 2. It’s eleven when I decide to leave the house to meet my friend in the packed pub to have drinks. My jeans are comfortable and I make sure I wear some of my messiest trainers as I know they’ll be black and sticky by the end of the night. We have some drinks, we chat, we people watch.
By one o’clock we walk to the club and by half one we’re on the dance floor dancing to remixes of M.I.A., Nina Simone, and maybe some Black Eyed Peas. We drink beer on the dance floor and try to avoid other people’s beers down our cleavage, unsuccessfully. By five in the morning we stumble to our bikes to cycle home. The paperboy arrives to my home the same time I do: Good Morning Amsterdam.
As you can imagine, it took me a while to get used to the York party scene. Getting ready before 11pm felt weird - especially in the summer when you reach town before it’s even dark. But getting to bed earlier (even after a ‘wild’ night with an after party in the Willow) is something I do appreciate. This way the next day is not completely ruined. Other benefits are not being covered in beer by the end of the night - although I do miss drinking a pint on the dance floor. The best thing of York, though, is the cheesiness.
I know the words to these songs and I am not ashamed (I know not everyone will agree, but you can’t deny that you haven’t danced to some S Club 7!)
But I still love going out in Amsterdam, everything is so laid back and although I like to dress up every once in a while, planning what you’re going to wear every time is just effort! Luckily York is a very accepting place and people don’t look down on me when I’m wearing my jeans, but I know I’m the underdressed one.
But at least when I go home the English girls are unmistakable: those short skirts definitely stand out from all those jeans!
Please don't think going out in York is anywhere near the standard of other cities. Shockingly bad clubs and even worse music. The same 15 songs over a 3 month period, over and over.
The amount of times the same song is played about 5 different times in one night, chirst unbearable. Stay in and play chess it will be more exciting.
xx
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