To all the drama, to drunken convo's, to hot randomers, to beer goggles, to little tops and even littler skirts, to the two week before or two minute before planned outfit, to everyone who doesn’t care, to all the tickets kept in bra's, to the all the lost cloakroom tickets, to all the random blinging 'hommies' with drawn on tattoos, to the little hole in the wall for 'drinks', to the disgusting hot sweaty dance floor, to everyone who has ever had a first in wezz, to guys starting fights just to be shmad, to feeling on top of the world, to feeling like shit, to that daunting walk from the gate past everyone watching you till you join the queue, to people from your primary school who make you realize just for a second how much everything has changed, to hours getting ready and layers of makeup, to the girl who always ends up crying, to making friends with randomers, to i.d's to prove we're 16 (haha!), to dance off's, to the dodgey fake tan, to all the lads out front who never get in, to all the legends who ran across the pitch, to how the girls' make so much more effort the boys', to those who went every week to those who never went back, to baby wezz passes, to doney and carmella and their evil posse of illumonus yellow waistcoat clad bouncers, to those random oldie songs they put on, to skipping the queue and getting crushed in it, to having a great laugh with all the crew, to the legendary shell garage, to embarrassing moments, to talking about what happened...well what you thought happened or what you could remember what happened for the following Monday at school, to beat-the-slapper, to Halloween, xmas and all the special occasion wezz's, to all the arguments that were started and resolved in wezz, to the mirrors in the girls bathroom (agh!!), to that weird sign in book, to all the really friendly randomers who compliment everyone, to all the girls/guys nights out, to the break-ups, heart-breaks and nose-breaks, to knacker circles, to downing drinks down lanes, to the coldness outside, to finally getting to meet him/her, to the music... oh the music, to fluffy boots and fluffy bras, to going for any excuse at all, to that cheer when they put on a song that everyone loves and the way everyone runs in from outside to dance to it, to painful shoes, to dutch courage but above all to real courage, to all those stories adults
tell about Wesley or becktive "when I was your age", to the scandals, to getting stung, to the dj's who put up with all the ridiculous requests, to all the couples who finally got together in wezz, to couples getting separated by bouncers (hehehe...), to the boy’s bathroom (ewww...), to your birthday wezz, to the crazy woman who sells roses, to scabbing for smokes, to out-of-line drunken comments, to the crash-and-burn wezz's but especially to the amazing ones, to the next morning regrets, to the feeling when you get home from wezz - like exhaustion on ecstacy, to that one last song....... no words can describe it but you know that our time in wezz will
Never be forgotten...........

Well There is a substantial amount of phrases for the word perry. Perry is short for Perry Winkle as you might have already guessed.

Omg that guy is totally winkleing my bum- he is so checking me out.

Wow he is such a Winkler - What a hotty

That was so wink of you- That was very inconsiterate of you

He is such a Winker- What a absolute horrid man

That smells Winkle- That smells divine

That smells Winkley- That smells like someone urinated and it went stale.

My picture is winkle - my picture capuates the mood of the painter

Excuse me sir but what is your name?? Why my name is Perry, Perry Winkle and i am here to eat a fine winkle dinner in this fine winkle cuisin.