The Fog

Loaded Dog, 26th November 2005

All of my old university pals were there; vodkaslut, Bulmersbabe, real ale boy, whiskeydiva, minesalager, and fanofthebitter. We hadn’t been all together for quite some time now, and in an ideal world, the setting would be a bit more conducive to such a large scale reunion. However, the Loaded Dog, a lately refurbished pub come lounge bar (shag pile carpet, cheesy mood lighting) in the east end would have to do, and we all soon settled into a night of dodgy (or dog-rough) cover music (pretendy Clash) and pleasant conversation. The flow of conversation was somewhat impeded however by the unnecessarily dim lighting and extraordinarily loud background music between the bands' sets. Call me old-fashioned, but I do actually like it when I can hear myself think, and when my friends’ genial banter is audible more than 5% of the time. The choice of actual music was fine- I’m as big a fan of ‘Love will tear us apart’ as any eighties miserabilist, but turn it down a notch please! Overall, it was a bit like trying to read semaphore in the middle of a ‘London particular’ what with the single candleflame we were allowed possession of. Oh well, at least there was gin; oh yes, and lots of it. So much so that I had to stay over at vodkslut’s because I didn’t have the energy to crawl home. Bad GSG!