Jae and The Ice Cult

Oh it’s that time of year again…. For another office party! In celebration of my boss’ civil partnership we all headed out to the Ice Bar (just off Regent Street). Dressing up to enter the bar is marvellous… we all got to put on futuristic monk garments for our trip in a bar which is constantly -5 degrees Celsius. It was a little chilly. I did feel like an extra in Doctor Who wearing crazy silvery gowns and drinking out of a glass of ice… a grainy picture will give you a flavour...



After that we headed downstairs to the warmer Below Zero bar where many drinks were consumed… people got quite drunk and feeling a little lost (being without money always makes me feel lost) I headed home fairly early (i.e. I caught the last train). Now just how many tourists can be at large in London near midnight? Answer: a lot! And they all seemed to want to get in my way. Being sober enough to walk in a straight line, but drunk enough to be in a mood to beat people up for getting in my way I'd soon cleared a path. But still... surely they should be getting some sleep, drinking in Soho, or heading to their hotel? Hmph...