never went, never cared

I never realised what an institution a night club can be; especially one that is regarded as tatty at best even by its most frequent and dedicated clientèle. Still, an institution it must have been, to make the national news when it burnt down over the weekend. I never went to Edwards no. 8 myself. I had the opportunity to a couple of times but never bothered. I’ve never seen the attraction of seedy, over-priced places that play music I don’t like too loudly, whilst selling warm lager with unidentified floaty bits in, to people I should rather garrotte than be seen with¹. Still, a fair wad of my friends in Brum seemed to like the place, so it cannot have been without its attractions. Either that or the night life of our second city is all that I have ever feared.

Anyway, over the weekend, the club with a name like a Havana cigar went up like a torch. No-one was hurt and that’s a good thing.

I understand that the place was frequented by Goths. I don’t suppose they know whether to laugh or cry at the moment.

I shall have to keep an eye out now, to see what the next “in-place” in Birmingham is for me to avoid.

¹Having just re-read this following Olly's comment, I thought I ought just to qualify this line. The people I would wish to garrotte are not on my friends list!

never went, never cared

I never realised what an institution a night club can be; especially one that is regarded as tatty at best even by its most frequent and dedicated clientèle. Still, an institution it must have been, to make the national news when it burnt down over the weekend. I never went to Edwards no. 8 myself. I had the opportunity to a couple of times but never bothered. I’ve never seen the attraction of seedy, over-priced places that play music I don’t like too loudly, whilst selling warm lager with unidentified floaty bits in, to people I should rather garrotte than be seen with¹. Still, a fair wad of my friends in Brum seemed to like the place, so it cannot have been without its attractions. Either that or the night life of our second city is all that I have ever feared.

Anyway, over the weekend, the club with a name like a Havana cigar went up like a torch. No-one was hurt and that’s a good thing.

I understand that the place was frequented by Goths. I don’t suppose they know whether to laugh or cry at the moment.

I shall have to keep an eye out now, to see what the next “in-place” in Birmingham is for me to avoid.

¹Having just re-read this following Olly's comment, I thought I ought just to qualify this line. The people I would wish to garrotte are not on my friends list!