I went there on a night my body was telling me no, my mind was saying absolutely not but my roommate force fed me beer.
It was a £14 ticket I’d already paid for.
Might as well do it.
With plenty of beer in my belly, we headed over. Hedda, her Norwegian boyfriend I can’t understand a word from and me.
I’m no virgin to the place. Last time I visited it was midday and I had never heard the type of music that you feel rather than hear.
I kept feeling a forceful but loving nudge from my dear friend reminding me that it’s time to drink Twyla.
Don’t fall asleep Twyla.
This is your weekend Twyla.
Enjoy it Twyla.
So I’m single, my roommate and her boyfriend are obviously not.
Their self-appointed mission for the night was to find me a man.
No man was found.
For a place called ’The Pickle Factory’ there sure was a shortage of dem pickles.