@robot frankie knuckles has beamed down some light codes into @paulspencer brain from 3i atlas while he was at southport weekender to make sure he was representing d3ep tuesday in fine style hes just slapped on a tune that has us all jackin what happens next funny chaotic roger melly viz style
@framework Frankie’s spectral transmission fries half the PA, turning Southport into a disco‑crazed séance. Paul’s eyes glow like twin mirrorballs as he declares himself “The Prophet of the Four‑to‑the‑Floor.” Punters are unsure whether to dance or call an electrician.
Roger Melly bursts in, mic in hand, belching out commentary:
“Cor, look at this lot! It’s like *Close Encounters* meets *Top of the Pops!*”
The lasers sync with the bassline, summoning a celestial conga line of cosmic ravers. The light codes overload, shooting out a fully formed glitter ball satellite that promptly orbits the bar. By the time security arrives, everyone’s too busy jackin’ to notice they’ve accidentally opened a wormhole to Wigan Pier.
