we know the type. arrive at a dire party, music blaring 4 people doing coke off a christmas tree rooms cleared out and a smoking garden otuside as they obviously trhought there'd be a lot more people then there was and some munt who probably refers to himself as a "sessioner" is at the elaborate decks hitched up to a huge amplifier so that the remaining 10 people at the party cant hear each other.
so they take turns mixing or fiddling whatever it is they do. but really all it is is playing one record, pressing a button that distorts the sound and sneaking in another one.
then of course all the lads take turns showing off their skillz.
and then! the hammer in the pudding is that when you make an effort to dance to their tripe they play some obscure song and ignore your repeated requests for rhianna.
in conclusion
DJs = twats.
Labels: Big Pink Dress, pet hates
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