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I remember now why I don't go to dodgy Soho rock clubs. Because I do not have fun at these places. My bloody wallet was nicked and I spent half the night looking after a girl who was drunk to the point of throwing up- her friends certainly weren't helping. One right tosser, looked like Russell Brand, kept trying to get her to drink more black sambuca instead of the water in front of her.
And I ended up seeing Saw 6 today, because the Gent won the coin toss between that and the Imaginarium of Dr Parnassus. I remain confused about the attraction of Saw films.
On the other hand, the housewarming went all right, despite my being a terrible host and vanishing with two guests, a riding crop and a flogger for nearly two hours.
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The noblest sentiment I have encountered and the most passionate political statement to stir my heart both belong to a fictional character. Why do we have no politicians as pure in their intent and determinedly joyous in their outlook as Arkady Bogdanov of Red Mars?
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