A long weekend – and it was a good ‘un!
Friday night, I went along to the Dirty water Club at the Boston Arms, in Tufnell Park to check out an night of all-girl bands with the Scha La La Las, The Priscillas and highly hyped, Tarantino-approved Japanese retro garage girl band, the 5,6,7,8’s.
I kind of liked them, but I fucking hated the venue. It was one of those annoying, soulless clubs that make you queue up for ages even though you bought a ticket in advance.
When you finally get to the door, you’re given a mighty big full body frisk-down by security – and just when you think you can finally get a beer, there’s some more door staff demanding to put an unsightly inky smudge on your hand.
We couldn’t wait to get out of the place and return to a decent club in Brixton – the excellent How Does it Feel to Be Loved.
I got so drunk my neck stopped hurting for a while (although I realise that I can’t dance at all, unless I fancy looking like a swivelling Dalek).
On Saturday, we spent a fabulous afternoon at the Cannabis Festival in Brockwell. Check out my photo report!
And to wrap it all up, we hit the trusty Albert for a superb evening of live poetry. There’s no denying that one or two of the poets were a little worse for wear after drinking all day, but we had a hoot.
