Timekeeping inkeeping
Checking the diary
Originally uploaded by itsjustanalias. Liz arrived yesterday, which I’m pretty pleased about. We took a stroll after dinner, at around 11, the street was still fairly full of yoot being drunkenly youthful but they seem confined to just a few hangouts, I blame Burger King (for there is one on our road, and the yoot do seem to like it, they also like the Asturkebap shop just up the way too; kebabs and beer, who knew?).
We walked past a bar called Danny’s Jazz cafe, so we went in. Nice! Lots of thirties and forties amerikana on the walls, and, I noticed, a poster for the Sun Ra Arkestra, so it wasn’t all Cab Calloway. The sound system was playing a nice mix of forties jazz standards and a bit of bop, the three barstaff were chopping lemons, chatting idly and basically waiting for the evening proper to start. It filled up around midnight, I say filled up, but even a full bar here seems pretty quiet, the notion of four deep at the bar and threading your way carrying two pints through a tight packed crowd seems very foreign. All the bars have a notice of the capacity on the windows, Danny’s is 65, there’s a little corner bar by the market that has a capacity of 13. So the clientele came around midnight, I reckon the bar’s open until 5.
Liz and I have to go into training so stay out so late… Although we’ll probably go back to Danny’s as the bar staff, when asked for a whisky, served a quadruple plus without blinking, so one of those and then you’re on water for the rest of the night.
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