Something has happened to the upstairs at The Electric, its like someone has forgotten to top up the electric key and all the lights have gone out.
I went there last night for a Whiskey Sour and my drink was the only good thing about it. The glace cherry floating on top was the most stylish thing about the night, and, keeping it fruity, the only electric current I could feel was in the whiskey. A blond monstrosity with a spray tan that made her leather jacket look soft came up to the bar and stood next to me. She asked for a Martini. 'What kind, Vodka or Gin?' said the barman. 'Yes please', was the reply. 'No, Vodka OR Gin Martini?' said the bar man. 'Oh let me go and ask my mate.'...and off she fake boob bounced... 'Crystal, a vodka or a gin martini? she squawked. 'What?' said Crystal, 'Oh, make it a rum and coke then.'
A right couple of dirty martini's they were.... and she held her knife like a pen when she was eating..... I was so disappointed with my night I had to come home and have a roll up, dark times!
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