Perhaps this demonstrates how liberally-minded I am, or how good my upbringing was... Either that or I'm just oblivious to everything around me!
Last night I went out in Islington with a bunch of mates. After a very nice dinner we went to a bar. I can't remember the name but it was very narrow with a mirror down one side if anyone else knows it, either on or near Upper Street.
We were in there from about 11 until 2, and it wasn't until well after 1am that we twigged it was a gay bar! It wasn't until I picked up a magazine called "Boyz", with adverts for "saunas" and "lonely hearts" ads that everything else fitted into place.
Obviously in this day and age that is no reason to run away screaming into the night, so we stayed, it was a good bar and had a great atmosphere plus they were serving some great beers. The chaps in there were far more friendly than in other pubs, even more friendly than an Aussie bar. Hell, one guy even invited me to attend a party that he said was taking place in the toilets! Although I didn't take him up on his invitation, I had recently had a wee so didn't need to go again.
This beats my previous record, where we were sat in a brothel for 2 minutes before we realised it wasn't a normal bar... That is the only time I have ever sprinted out of a bar!
Can anyone beat this for sheer lack of observation of surroundings?
Last night I went out in Islington with a bunch of mates. After a very nice dinner we went to a bar. I can't remember the name but it was very narrow with a mirror down one side if anyone else knows it, either on or near Upper Street.
We were in there from about 11 until 2, and it wasn't until well after 1am that we twigged it was a gay bar! It wasn't until I picked up a magazine called "Boyz", with adverts for "saunas" and "lonely hearts" ads that everything else fitted into place.
Obviously in this day and age that is no reason to run away screaming into the night, so we stayed, it was a good bar and had a great atmosphere plus they were serving some great beers. The chaps in there were far more friendly than in other pubs, even more friendly than an Aussie bar. Hell, one guy even invited me to attend a party that he said was taking place in the toilets! Although I didn't take him up on his invitation, I had recently had a wee so didn't need to go again.
This beats my previous record, where we were sat in a brothel for 2 minutes before we realised it wasn't a normal bar... That is the only time I have ever sprinted out of a bar!
Can anyone beat this for sheer lack of observation of surroundings?