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So I found I couldn't do it - two events in one night, a party book launch where I could meet Maxine Saunders, famous witch of the Alexandrian tradition of Wicca, and a birthday bash at Club Sin. larians was down in London, and the birthday girl was a chum of ours so Club Sin it was.

Club Sin is an alternative goth/fetish venue down at Tottenham Court Road. It's a multi-levelled maze of red walls and gold mirrors following a floorplan from the Escher school of interior design. One room had the live (or at least only partly dead) goth band, one room had the industrial thrash stuff, one room had all the trad, and other rooms had, er, other things...stiltwalkers offered vodka jelly (wot, no absinthe?) and free lollipops, the Theatre of Sin was suitably decadent and everywhere, everywhere there was someone worth staring at - or worth hiding from, like, forever.

( You may not want these pictures in your head )


I have a show tonight, which unfortunately means I will be missing motorpickle's party. My only consolation is this excellent plum jam made by ellefurtle's mama; it has no pectin/ sugar/whatever does the whole preserving in preserves, so it must be consumed swiftly. And I am giving it my best shot...