Ok, so I have to write this now as memory of this night is summed up by this photo taken on my phone, and that is about it. except caspar telling me that 2 anorexic chinese ladies were stalking us in the infamous MoS (which I will still say I have never been to).... This began as a standard IBM drinks in the Mulberry Southbank and after landing up in the roadhouse and dirty martinis in Covent Garden, the devil in me must have came out and dragged the Casperoni to Ministry.... I think this place could have potential, especially with their new night line up taking over the egg and other late nighters which have fallen such as the Cross and the End
Drink:Jaeger Bombs
Type: Late night electric heavy
££$$: ££.5/£££££
Best memory: The slight remembrance of the dance floor
Worst memory: waiting in a Bruce style T-shirt in -3 weather with no sign of my Jumper.
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