VICTORY...

Sometimes the weekends don't really start here, especially with the fine entertainment on 6 days a week at Snafu. There's no divide.. which is good because you'd hope the weekend doesn't just slide into the self harming alcoholic overload that the local press seems hell bent on hyping into holocaustic/battleground comparisons (we know who the irresponsible sensationalists at the P+J are). Anyway the point being that there was a fresh gathering of music and people at Peacock on Saturday that made us feel that there was a cross pollination of good times, a freshness that Snafu can't bare all by itself (ok a bit of inflated ego there). Barry got all kryptonic and the white walls has us imaginging Grace Jones riding through New York in search of a dancefloor. Nice one Kit, Kenny + co.