Briefly back to London for a leaving party in Islington's The Green, an otherwise pleasant gay cocktail bar rammed full of Smug Rich Gays Who Wished They Went Out More.
It was a nightmare - fighting to the bar through a sea of cashmere sweaters and then standing for 10 minutes while the staff ignored you, got the drinks wrong, or huddled giggling in a corner over an English-Latvuanian phrase book.
I spent so much time queuing at the bar a weird form of Stockholm Syndrome set in, and I started to find even the ugly barman attractive.
But the people there were great - and all looked fabulous, thanks to the extraordinarily dim lighting.
2 comments:
Oh, I love The Green... its always a very relaxed and fun place to have a wee drink or two before going out.
You just seem to have terrible luck at such places.
Face it - I Just Don't Like People.
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