Going to a night called London Calling when you are abroad may seem a little brit abroad for your pallet. Fuck the local culture i’ll take a pint and some pork scratching, listen to Oasis, speak only English when ordering, get a kebab on the way home etc etc etc.
Mehringdam on the London Underground
Firstly none of the above really happen for me abroad… cept the pint, but the London Calling night worked for me, full of indie kids, mixed crowd, a DJ from Panorama Bar, free shots on arrival, couple of drag queens, good company and also quite weirdly….. a projection on the wall of Maggie Thatcher on the wall with a pair of tits.
Maggie’s Tits
Music swung from Madge to MIA to what sounded like Peppa Pig but with some rather dirty drum beat accompanying it. Funny, fun, loud and dutty.
Well SF certainly enjoyed London Calling at Schwuz in Merhingdam
