Went out in Melbourne with my cousin Cindy on Friday night to Cherry Bar, which has been "pedalling booze since 1999" on ACDC Lane. Now, that's a name for a street if ever there was one. Cindy was meeting one of her friends who'd spent a load of years in London so I tagged along.
The bar is pretty grotty but the music was great and there were definitely some interesting characters about including some dwarfs (although they could have been midgets) and burlesque women. It was open to 5:00 in the morning and I reckon it wasn't too much earlier than that when I left. Cindy had long gone by this point so God alone knows how I got home. When I say home, I mean some random house in Northcote, a suburb I'd never been to before. Only memory is waking up doing a piss in the back garden. Must stop doing that.
Woke up more soberly at around 2:00 in the afternoon to find myself on the sofa bed of a half finished house. The front couple of rooms had been recently decorated but the rest was a bombsite. Anyway, there wasn't anyone else around so I took my leave and got a tram into town.
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