The 'Jukebox' was weird: it was hard to tell whether a band was playing live, or it was a video stream or what. Evetually, I figured I was watching a webcam of a band. They were called Weirdwomb, but the 'camera' kept cutting to the same two women: one thinnish, long-faced and dour; the other more round-faced and smiley. The camera switched back and forth between the two as they sang / played (though I could not see any instruments); the pair acknowledged my presence by pulling faces at me and semi-gurning as they sang, and I realised it was some sort of two-way video feed -- that they could see me, as I could see them.
Their music was awful, a sort of joyless, slowed down version of bad 90's Indie. I hated it, but one of my hipster hanger-on fake-pals kept putting it on again and smiling at me as he did, as if to say, "You'll like it eventually."
Afterwards, I went to an Improv 'club' in W H Smiths in Yeovil. It was full of older, boring, middle-class men, and I didn't like that much either. I tried to play along with a group of 3 or 4 of them, but one snapped my flight-case shut angrily and said I couldn't join in "because I wasn't like them -- wasn't one of them." When I tried to protest that I was as capable as them, he shushed me into silence with a condescending finger while he and a couple others performed a piece of "whisper-poetry"...
It was awful.
An insincere, unconvincing Indie-Psych band started playing some cod-psych, and the crowd swelled in the shop and cheered them on even though they weren't that great. The older Improv group were irritated and sour about this turn of events. When I tried to talk to them again, they turned their backs and packed away their gear, ignoring me.
I woke up feeling irritable and alienated, as if some injustice had been done to me. I tried to go back to sleep to make my annoyance known and to state my case, but I was wide awake now.