Digress, Moorgate

Oh God! This was the straw that broke the camel's back. Work nights out at these poncey sh*tholes used to be just about bearable, but this place is so bad I have now sworn a solemn oath never to go to places where they give you your change on a metal tray or where you have to pay for a p1ss. Spent �25 on gnat's p1ss Long Island Ice Tea - trying to get drunk enough to forget where I was. Eventually gave up and led a renegade group to The Bull on Devonshire Row. Roughly 1000% more fun.

6 Jul 2005 15:19