Went to the Vauxhall Tavern for Amy Lame's club night Duckie on Saturday.
Never been before, and don't much like the area of town. Vauxhall always reminds me weirdly of Newport Pagnell Motorway Service station.
But the club was brilliant. I'm not good at stupidly packed, expensive gay-o-ramas, but Amy had sat up a lovely little table, covered with doilies, nice chairs and a sign which said "Come and Join Amy's Knitting Circle".
So I sat, happily knitting away, surrounded by dancing gayers. It was terribly tranquil - I chatted to one woman who was making booties for her cat, and a transvestite who'd brought along a jumper he was working on.
It is, I discovered, almost impossible to smoke and knit at the same time.