As news tends to be spread in freshers’, my friends told me about the infamous club appearance of Hacker the Dog. Instead of my usual reaction of “not that keen, but peer pressure and social guilt are dictating me to do so”, I actually nearly had a heart attack. Sound the alarms. Hacker is in town.
My euphoria soon stalled. My first disappointment came when I announced loudly and proudly to my friends that Hacker was my choice of the final night of Freshers’- because who needs WhyNot when you have Hacker? – I am a woman of class and culture. These previously mentioned “friends” did NOT give me the reaction I wanted. Why did half of them just stare at me blankly like I spoke a foreign language? Has culture been truly drained from Edinburgh, and are we so quick to forget the quintessential parts to our childhoods?
The night pulls up and I’ve successfully bullied my course-wife into coming with me to Hacker. We arrive to a bustling Potterow. Maybe I am suddenly not alone- maybe this is the niche fandom I’ve been spending my whole freshers’ week seeking out… Stamped and ready we make our way up Hangar 5. This is when my second disappointment hit me as I made my way up those sticky stairs. On a night meaning to be SO live, why was it so dead? After staying there for a painful 15 minutes, surrounded by fake fans and no promise of Hacker coming out anytime soon, I gave up on my shortly lived dream. One small message to finish off – Hacker do better, you have legacy to carry on.
“Hacker T Dog” by Ste Wilson is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.
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As news tends to be spread in freshers’, my friends told me about the infamous club appearance of Hacker the Dog. Instead of my usual reaction of “not that keen, but peer pressure and social guilt are dictating me to do so”, I actually nearly had a heart attack. Sound the alarms. Hacker is in town.
My euphoria soon stalled. My first disappointment came when I announced loudly and proudly to my friends that Hacker was my choice of the final night of Freshers’- because who needs WhyNot when you have Hacker? – I am a woman of class and culture. These previously mentioned “friends” did NOT give me the reaction I wanted. Why did half of them just stare at me blankly like I spoke a foreign language? Has culture been truly drained from Edinburgh, and are we so quick to forget the quintessential parts to our childhoods?
The night pulls up and I’ve successfully bullied my course-wife into coming with me to Hacker. We arrive to a bustling Potterow. Maybe I am suddenly not alone- maybe this is the niche fandom I’ve been spending my whole freshers’ week seeking out… Stamped and ready we make our way up Hangar 5. This is when my second disappointment hit me as I made my way up those sticky stairs. On a night meaning to be SO live, why was it so dead? After staying there for a painful 15 minutes, surrounded by fake fans and no promise of Hacker coming out anytime soon, I gave up on my shortly lived dream. One small message to finish off – Hacker do better, you have legacy to carry on.
“Hacker T Dog” by Ste Wilson is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.
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