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Seriously, trying to get into Chicago Rock in Burton dressed in partial drag must surely rank up there high on the list of inevitably fruitless exercises. I mean, you'd be on a hiding to nothing trying to push nightclub dress code boundaries in a gender-bendy direction pretty much anywhere in the Midlands, but Chicago Rock in Burton-on-Trent? I spent the best part of 17 years living in Burton-on-Trent and I can tell you that it is a town where, until relatively recently, if you wore the conservative 18-30 year old's uniform of t-shirt, sneakers, jeans and leather jacket you may as well have been clad in a pair of PVC chaps and a rainbow lycra top (I'm sure the signifiers have shuffled ever so slightly in our post-Kasabian-and-Mikey-from-BB age, but not a lot). Shit, even the indie night they used to have in Burton would have kept you out back in my day, probably for your own protection lest the Ocean Colour Scene fans took a dislike to you, and the last time I checked said indie night had closed down due to lack of interest. Points for having the chutzpah if you knew all this already, but still...
Maybe it's because I'm a Burtoner, that I love London so. |
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