Friday saw us hit the town, starting at the Pitcher and Piano (a purported £2,000,000 revamp of a massive old church to fantastic results), moving on to Indigo to warm up a little, then on to superclub Media for their "Traffic" evening (funky US & UK house). The club itself is spectacular - as a teen, I always had a vision of a theatre transformed into a nightclub and Media sees it realised. Gorgeous! Six of your English pounds to get in and unbelivably cheap drinks once you were inside: the first round was mine and four Breezers + a glass of wine came to only £11 (pick jaw up off floor David). Highly recommended.
After Saturday brunch, we headed to Nottingham Castle (which was odd in a "not really a castle at all" kind of way) then to the shops for a look-see. Saturday's dinner was a tasty Japanese number from the Skinny Sumo, then it was on to The Mill - a cosy gay pub - for one or two. Tracy was hit on by the barmaid (much to her, erm, "delight"?) and it was nice to see the "lesbians round the pool table" tradition extending half way round the world too! Some things never change :) After freezing our collective arses off in the queue for the "Hotdog" night at the apparently Morrocan-inspired The Lost Weekend, we ditched the continuating wait and returned to Media for "Renaissance" (scroll down). Another great evening of progressive house, sore legs, and satisfied bellies.
Sunday was another rise-late morning, followed by a jaunt to Sherwood Forest, home of a large oak tree and quite possibly the world's tackiest visitor's centre. Excellent stuff. So on the whole, an excellent city: friendly punters, good value, great times with excellent friends. What more could a wee Antipodean want?
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