Both Eyes? Multi-Ball.
Last night had everything a good night out should : Fear, Art, Confusion, A Milk Cart, Fried Chicken, Pinball as well as both the discovery and loss of a companion. Barney, you will be missed.

We - As in myself, Saeed and Jack decided to try out a new venue situated underneath a certain train station. Me and Jack arrived at it's entrance first - a simple, small black door which leads visitors down a series of old railway arches which had been lit up with makeshift fluorescent lights. The place had an atmosphere which both awed me as well as make me fully expect to turn a corner and stumble into bloodied limbs swinging on meat hooks. As it happened, we stumbled onto a bar and ordered some drinks before setting out to find Saeed.

The place was a sprawling dungeon of comfort. Music available but not at any point too loud to be spoken over. Comfy sofas and plenty of space to sit down and talk. Yet in no dark corner was Saeed to be found. A phone call later and he's on his way so me and Jack decide to hide in the entry arches, give him some time to soak up the fear as me and more specifically - Jack had. Then make an appearance ala Nos Feratu.

I don't want to detail the rest of the night too specifically - though highlights include Yeti playing centre forward for a foosball team, Barney - our loyal fake dog who was stolen back by it's owner, A pinball machine where upon shots into both eyes = Multiball, Jack's attraction to Bromance and last but not least - The Gay Milk Van.

That's all I'm saying, next time I think we'll need a camera.

-M.