On Saturday, my friends Brendon and Christine hosted a most fabulous BBQ down in the ghetto. Well, the term “ghetto” is used relatively here. Basically, they pretty much live across the street from the Ministry of Sound nightclub and back in my hey day (because yes I am old), that minuscule proximity to MOS would have totally rocked my world. But these days? I’d much rather live across the street from a farmers market. Or a Byron. Or something equally tasty.
So nightclub scene = ghetto. Me = boring, I know I suck, but deal with it.