Friday 18th March: After another 12-day detox, I headed to Plymouth for a retox…
After a badly-made Mojito in Carpe Diem and a two second about-turn at a deserted Bar Cuba, we made a nostalgic visit to our old haunt Bacbar where we thought it would be a great idea to have a few shots of Amaretto?! Hmmmmm. They were quite yummy though to be fair, much nicer than Jager…*shudder*
Then a quick five-minute cab ride later and we were at Annabels Cabaret, which I think is probably the best and most varied place to go out in Plymouth. It has burlesque dancers, live music and a dj. We saw a band called The Dirty Robbers, real old skool Rock n Roll types. The band were great musically but the front man, Oliver, just seemed almost out of place, in a good way!
Rant special: Next day I was very excited about ticking off a Devonshire-visit-food-item-must, which was the Pixie Pasty from Oggy Oggy, BUT, unfortunately, some mutant, evil, mahoosive seagull cruelly took it from my eager grasp…I’ve never been one to harm animals, but I definitely could have shot this f*#@er!!!!!!
What the hell are they feeding them in the Westcountry, ferrets? They all look like bloomin’ Hippogriffs!