I went to Turnmills for the first (and last 😦 ) time in aaaaages on Friday, certainly for the first time since the smoking ban. I have three observations:i) Altered mind-states are more enjoyable if you can smoke, but less enjoyable if you have to smoke in a cattle pen in the snowii) Night clubs are _far too bright_ without the filter of cigarette to take the edge off – turn the effing lights down pleaseiii) While cigarette smoke can leave clothes stinking and eyes sore, removing it reveals a lingering farty/sweaty smell that is less preferableProlly no bad thing that all the decent clubs in London are closing – they’re really don’t seem very civilised any more.
LikeLike
I have to admit I’ve come to loathe clubs – I’m alright once I’m in them, but I frankly don’t see the point of them – if I want to get drunk and dance with my friends I’d rather do it in my home. Maybe that’s cos I’m in the first stable relationship (yes, I’m fucking a horse) of my life?
LikeLike
I prefer Great Danes: the thinking woman’s horse. (Goddammit – what is it about teh interwebz that encourages me to type everything I think?)Anyway, clubs are good from a giant laser point of view (giant laser pointer view?), but living rooms are often an acceptable venue for drunken dancing.
LikeLike
{funambulism} 
Leave a Reply