A belated new year to you, beloved reader.
I don’t know about you, but Phil and I managed to find ourselves at an exceptionally gay, techno-cabaret night at London’s Cargo club. It was a riot, but 6′ 6″ hairy, mulletted men in leotards dancing cabaret for the bells was a little more ‘alternative’ than I had expected as a start for 2009. Down the pub next year, then.
‘Voulez vous couchez avec moi, ce soir?’ ‘No thank you, kind sir.’