Saturday, 25 August 2007

Saturday in South London

I’m being forced, at guilt point, to attend the Revolution Vodka bar in glamorous Clapham High Street tonight. Its strange how terms like ‘old friend’ and ‘birthday’ can culminate in an emotional death threat to force you somewhere you know is going to be pure evil.

So it’s off to Revolution first, which judging by the obviously unbiased and thought out reviews, will be either arse or mega arse. Then it’s off to a dingy further down the river, which sounds like fun.

In any case, like a true soldier deep behind enemy lines, I’ve already planned all the escape routes and providing there aren’t too may enemy patrols dowsed in C.K and wearing tight, black jeans we might just get out alive. Stay blogued.

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