Bar Story, Peckham

Oh dear, I would like to add to this bitch outpouring. Car park, hell no, the first sight as you swing into the front is of a derelicts den complete with flotsam huddled round the burning brazier. Great! Strange that, weak cocktails! Never you sad ****. Get it right - the cocktails here are insane killers, all at two for one for a whole two hours, are you mad? This is the best deal ever, never to seen anywhere in any End? See saw benches! Not even with 4 sag arses in a row on one of those railway sleepers are those benches going anywhere. Crap sound system! Show those Tannoys to a sound engineer and he will curse you for being so irreverent. Its time to be graceful and carp less and move on. Clearly you are a manic fat arsed depressive who should relocate your hours to a leatherette lined muted Muzac comfortable squat that you miss so much. There�s a vicious rumour going around that the owner is going to make dosh by selling out to a nail and hair parlour. What will you Peckhamites do then - cringe and move out? Oh yes, you were uncannily right � the makeshift sail fell apart Friday night! Bravo.

1 Dec 2007 14:28