Without further blurb, because I don't feel like blurbing much today, here's the club me and my friends went to - Shunt Vaults in London Bridge. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves (mostly).
My friend M., after seeing the photos, commented, "It's so you: dark, dirty and wet." Yes, you guessed - M. totally is Mr. Double-Entendre, plus he also has a High Hygiene Standards complex, which you would expect from someone who still lives with their parents. Let's say, Shunt Vaults is pretty unpretentious - not quite as much as The Foundry, which is a little dirty even by my standards (which is quite something to say, given that I've been known to take 3rd class trains in India without complaining, followed by a bucket shower in a cockroach-infested hotel) ... but at least there are no 40-year-old men in pinstripe suits drooling over overpriced hookers like in that bar I wrote about before.
My friends totally loved Shunt Vaults - it's really big, which you would not expect from the tiny little entrance inside the Tube station and the rooms have different themes with all kinds of strange performance art going on, live music etc. Anyone fancy sitting down on a chair with nails? No? Why not?
The Sexophonist ... I like obscure men with obscure hats, especially if they can play an instrument.
Krusty the Clown!!! What a night ...
The Verdict: 9.9/10 - go go go go go there before they close. I heard that Southwark council is being a pain in the you-know and they might need to move another venue because of licensing issues.
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