Wednesday, March 19, 2008


Heh. Reminds me of the fags in Fifth Element - y'know, the ones that are all filter and no ciggie and are in a red box warning you of imminent death on the wall. (Thanks Alec!)


elle said...

I went to Turnmills for the first (and last :-( ) time in aaaaages on Friday, certainly for the first time since the smoking ban.

I have three observations:

i) Altered mind-states are more enjoyable if you can smoke, but less enjoyable if you have to smoke in a cattle pen in the snow

ii) Night clubs are _far too bright_ without the filter of cigarette to take the edge off - turn the effing lights down please

iii) While cigarette smoke can leave clothes stinking and eyes sore, removing it reveals a lingering farty/sweaty smell that is less preferable

Prolly no bad thing that all the decent clubs in London are closing - they're really don't seem very civilised any more.

Grill said...

I have to admit I've come to loathe clubs - I'm alright once I'm in them, but I frankly don't see the point of them - if I want to get drunk and dance with my friends I'd rather do it in my home.

Maybe that's cos I'm in the first stable relationship (yes, I'm fucking a horse) of my life?

elle said...

I prefer Great Danes: the thinking woman's horse.

(Goddammit - what is it about teh interwebz that encourages me to type everything I think?)

Anyway, clubs are good from a giant laser point of view (giant laser pointer view?), but living rooms are often an acceptable venue for drunken dancing.