Misty circles.

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• I've only waited 11½ years for this. (trayce: "I think I need a cigarette now.")

The new Dev is much the same as the old Dev except it smells like paint and there's squirty soap in the gents. And the beer prices have gone up. Nice catchup with valkyriekaren, and elevenwords looking fabulous. Birthday drink pics.

AntiChrist was pleasant enough ... I'm glad I didn't pay, though. Mortgage-priced drinks, incompetent cloakroom. The music wasn't bloody awful techno, thankfully. The difference between a goth club and a fetish club is the fat guys with their cocks out, apparently a legal requirement of running a fetish club in London. They're supplied by the council or something. I realised I was a goth watching one of the extruded transgression product strip shows, seeing the incredibly beautiful and luscious naked woman writhing about and thinking "damn ... those are nice boots." mr_flay's mad scientist escapologist zombie strip show was a complete winner.

(I recall many years ago, a strip club in Perth [I forget the name] that was twinned with an alternative-pop nightclub [the Firm]. A friend was a barmaid in the strip club, and I'd go in to say hi. Her boyfriend would sit there for a few hours resolutely staring at the top shelf drinks. Not to avoid the naked women, but to avoid seeing the customers. Concentrated essence of surplus futile desire.)

There were bands too. I finally saw The Problem Being, who aren't too bad at all. When you've seen as many small bands as I have you'll know what high praise that is. Myspace indie with guitar, bass, real drums and keyboard and a New Romantic sorta look. Would see again.

Too cold. Bah.