Trash!

The beautiful golden monkey and I ducked into Trash for a swift slurp of beer, a snoop and a snog and left smartish. We chatted to the lovely Dickon Edwards in the queue to get in and the indomitable* Miller of Cameran, who only accompanied us while we queued as he had to be up early today.

I always feel like I am in a James Bond movie in the ladies toilets at Trash, its all silver and mirrors and a 70's space age vibe with loadsa hot chicks primping and preening. I feel like striding in wearing a dressing gown and a fat long haired cat on my arm announcing,
"Ladies!! Our time has come! To the space ships! 007 won't foil our scheme this time!
Lucky I didn't.....only the beautiful, cool, unemotionless people go to Trash. (Read sense of humour bypass) It's like having to sit through Velvet Goldmine on repeat - but with a "trendy" electronica soundtrack.

Notable exceptions, the aformentioned Dickon, and the irrepressible Matty and Graeme of John Henry & tea fetish fame...nice :)



Indomitable \In*dom"i*ta*ble\, a. [L. indomitabilis; pref. in- not + domitare, intens. fr. domare to tame. See {Tame}.] Not to be subdued; untamable; invincible; as, an indomitable will, courage, animal.

Source: Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary (1913)