It seemed pretty straight forward, go Watch Eddie Griffin & Friends, have a good time, book a cheap hostel in advance, pay like £12.50, it’s a coed 12 bunk bed share no biggie.. and then it all started shortly after midnight on International Woman’s Day, when Midhat didn’t know it was Internaltional Woman’s Day.
Upon entering the 12 bunkbed room, he coudln’t help but notice a distinguishing thematice element of the room, Frenchness, something very unmistakably John’Luke Goddard about the place, room filled with young tall blonde Frenchwomen.. he thought it was odd.. he checked the keypad, this was definitely his room. The next thing he couldn’t help but notice ..they were very happy and Frenchly.. like reaaalllly happy and frenchly, but Midhat was tired and he was just going to go to bed, he had no time for this nonsense! But then he couldn;t help but notice he was like some sort of invisible ghost in the room, they all seemed to be changing into their “sleeping underwears” Midhat felt a great deal of pain all of a sudden below his abdomen but above his knees, and decided to txt frantically to those would work best as a painkiller Gay Jason, Lemon Bryant, Eric for some reason, a Pho, CEX and that closet lesbien, eventually after what could be described as “Midhat style of reassuring txt messages” Midhat fell asleep thinking “Haha it wud be funny if they were all lesbiens.”
4am Midhat began.. hearing ..dreams? At first he felt, no no that gasping noise, maybe it’s just that girl who was sneezing before hyperventilating, probably nothing to worry about, but after 10 minutes it continued.. wait is she having a nightmare, it does sort-of-sound like she’s crying in her sleep.. then he began to hear a simultanous noise joining in, very similar, in unison. looooool I must be dreaming, it can’t possibly be.. omg it hurts, its so hard it hurts.. I’M AWAKE! (aka alternative title) This is happening.. right now!!! And he noticed there was a genltle bumping noise of the metal bedframes that was there all along and probably mistaken for his well documented tinntus.. “Non..non..non..non..” one said quietly.. like a whimper, but the other noise.. it wouldn’t relent and Midhat wondered I hope that lady and her (edit adult) daughter in the bunkbed next to her isn’t one of her relations.. but the noise continued for 40 more minutes.. Midhat thought, man that’s some crazy scissoring , no one is ever gonna believe me, and I guess I could tape it.. the noise I mean.. it is tempting for various reasons that I will not go into right now.. but that would be wrong and no way am I that wrong I’m all words and no action.. yeaaaaa.. not that I would anyway.. (not that it was a big element u know in case the taping sound came on who knows what those lipstick lesbiens would have done to a Midhat).. and eventually he just waited.. waited for it to end.. in agony he did.. in agony..
The next day he spoke to a couple of older ladies during breakfast who were in the next room, about how they came into animation, voice acting and locations for voice acting communes in the area, which he thought was very peculiar, why is this very specific hostel a magnet for animation networking and why is there so many women here? Later Midhat discovered it was International woman’s day.. ahhh, he thought, it all makes sense now.. it all makes sense now..