The Kitch-en Gallery opening night purred away real horror-show, a nice warm vibraty feeling all through your gutty wuks. I hung around for a while with other travellers of the night then left with two charming young devotchka's and headed west. We were all feeling a bit shagged, fagged and fashed, having been an evening with so many sophisto's, so stopped off at Alvinos Bar for a night-cap. Viddy well my brothers, viddy well.
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