Unicum

Another mad weekend, having spent a week at me Mum's, writing me one man show.

Me and the missus spent Friday night at guanabara, the most amazing brazilian club (not some kind of fetish gathering for those with a dislike for pubic hair, but a club that plays brazilian music). Really friendly atmosphere, a simple but satisfying brazilian menu, and the best Mojitos this side of Rio (well Reading maybe), of which we gulped down about 5, before dancing til 2 in the morning. There was also a display of capoeira. Best night out in London.

The following evening we went to the party of a lovely friend, Eluned (for pictures of Eluned asleep with things piled on top of her, click here), and stayed up til 6 dancing again, fuelled this time by unicum, which is the most disgusting substance known to man. It tastes so horrible, you think it must contain class A drugs. It doesn't, but it does make you feel ill. Or in my case, it makes you feel like arranging fifty fridge magnets into chromatological order.

Wild.