Straight up, serious, I used to sell stationary to Mystic Meg I s**t you not.
When I worked in Canary Wharf selling this and that she was quite a regular customer, lots of Post it's and Sharpys. Every time we delivered we was told not to look directly at her because it would throw off her 'Qi'. Bit*h, I looked every time!
If you're into calling out frauds I could give you her office address but would probably be in breach of the AUP. It's somewhere in South Quay, close to Canary Wharf, and backs on to the canal between Canary Wharf and South Quay. If you know where it is, you know where it is.
Lmao! You're not far wrong! It's a club called The Arches which is basically a club under the arches of a viaduct. Really good venue actually, one of the best in the world and loads of top DJs love it!
I hate that place. It's ok when they have a rock night and there's a decent crowd, but most of the time, you walk past there and there's hundreds of neddy idiots standing outside, waiting to pay 20 quid to get in and shouting abuse at people who walk past.
I used to go to rockers when I was too drunk to get in to the cathouse. (Rockers used to be on the same street, but closer to Jamaica street). Fair enough, Rockers was a dump, but some of the idiots queueing up for the arches were asking for a good smack.
I was going for the slash look. Should have shaved really but I woke up late and didn't have time. I had to borrow the shirt too because the one I went there in got tea spilt over it.
They're main line of work is child photography, baby pictures and stuff so all the props and outfits were for kids. You can imagine the amount of fun we had when we found the toy chest.
I got called Abe Lincon, Slash, the Child catcher (by AT), Sideshow Bob at his wedding and one guy said I looked 'cool' whatever that means.
