Last Saturday night Stuart, Jane, Mark, Drew, Amanda, Kirsty and I went to Duckie for a bit of a kneesup.
We'd not been to Duckie in ages and flushed from our fun at the V&A earlier we thought it might fun.
The music was great the acts suitably left-field and a great time was had by all. In fact one of the act was so left-field it drew more than a few gasps. A guy putting hooks through his forehead and swinging weights. And the blood that dripped down his face after he took the hooks out seemed pretty real from where we were standing.
More snaps here.
Roll on Gay Shame at the Coronet in a couple of weeks time.