Notice how, at drug parties, you get the 2.0 version of the ''Inquisitive Dad'' archetype? Addled by ecstasy, but with their wandering brain mostly intact, they congregate around the decks and focus their carbonated gaze on the fidgeting fingers of the DJ. Even though it's confused curiousity stimulated by chemical satiation, there's something about this that makes these functions more bearable. A glimpse of humanity through the stinking curtain.

(Watch out, Hermann Welsh (author of ''Bus-surfing'' and ''Muck''))