variety

They say variety is the spice of life and as such, we took a break from Oceana and ventured to Crazy Larry's. It is always interesting to go somewhere different, and it was good to spend a night out away from the New York Disco room. Of course, the tabloids would wax lyrical about a booze fuelled night out (definitely preferable to a drugs fuelled night), but it was not a particularly drunken one. As per usual the emphasis, particualrly towards the end of the night was on scoping the ladies. Rather nervous, bumbling and sometimes pathetic attempts to convince girls that your the man for them, or at least a man, repeatedly failed. Shockingly and suprisingly, even the finest disco feet in the business did nothing to attract anything other than the odd strange glance. There was even the embarrassing instance of a girl simply getting up and leaving after hearing two minutes too many of my very stinky chat. Nonetheless it was a good night, although doubtless a return to Oceana is imminent, I didn't even get to meet this wacky Larry charachter, although the taxi ride home with Mutley more than made up for that.