Hello, I'm here. Lonesome and blue, cause my man's in Greece and I'm not.
I've had a bit of a strange night, though. I was invited out to drink absinthe with a colleague and some friends of hers from Mexico. It all sounded so promising! Unfortunately, it turns out she had just found a bar on the Web and decided it would do (she's American and newish to London).
So ... I turn up in Camden and walk to the bar. The name of it had rung a few alarm bells but I thought it must be okay. So I go to the Purple Turtle (okay, everyone who knows, stop laughing) and as I get to the door I look up into the window and I see these two girls. In mini skirts and bras. Pole dancing.
I check the name of the bar, and it's the Purple Turtle all right. So I go in, feeling slightly confused -- to find my friend, and her friends, cowering in the corner with glasses of absinthe.
And yeah - there was amateur pole-dancing going on, with all these young girls ripping their kit off and shaking their thang on the stage. Fascinating but ultimately NOT my idea of a good Saturday night. Luckily everyone else agreed and we escaped to a safe and dull bar across the road.
And so here I am, home and soberish. So last night was good, mono? Sorry I missed it. |
