Bijou: The Cocktail Social for Gay Women Bijou is a sophisticated ladies night. And so of course I had to be all sophisticated. And as sophisticated ladies do, I put on a party dress and aimed to drink cocktails and … Continue reading
T.L.C TLC standing for Tender Loving Cunt, obviously, is the brand spanking new girls night ready to take over Green Carnation fortnightly and unleash some amaze balls music and sexy women. And you know what’s even better than those two … Continue reading
When you wake up in your dress, already an hour late for work and you have to text your best friends to figure out what happened between the hours of one and six am, you know you’ve had a good … Continue reading
Code’s Winter Wonderland So this was somewhere I have never been before in Soho and I had no one to go with. BUT it was a Christmas party and I was wearing a glittery dress so of course I went. The … Continue reading
Lfestive I was late as I am often am to everything so I walked into Lfest at the Nightingale during a Gangdam style competition. If you don’t know what this is then you first have to watch the music video … Continue reading
The g3 PM Party As all good parties, (and sex sessions go,) let’s start on top. In Scala there’s quite a few levels and happily quite a few bars too. The top room was the Attic and was a raving packed mad … Continue reading
So another party for you now gang. The day after G3 Pm is Lfestive. Lesbian parties are just like buses, you wait for ages and all that. LFestive Lfest was one of the best weekends of the summer this year. … Continue reading
Yes I know I didn’t do the News yesterday but this is the news of today instead. Sometimes on a Sunday all you want to do is lie in bed and sip on orange squash after you were out the … Continue reading
Chick Habit. Ah my favourite night at Candy bar, and not just because the DJs are hot. If you’ve never been to Chick Habit, then one, what are you doing with your life? And two, you’re missing out on starting … Continue reading
…To a really good night out. It’s not creepy, it’s just the fact it’s in a basement. If you don’t know London, like we don’t, and you fancy a few drinks, like we did last night, you might head to … Continue reading
Navy Bar situated on Stanley Street in the gay quarter in Liverpool is definitely a stop off point before you move drunkenly onto another bar. It’s a small but cute one roomed bar with the friendliest staff you’ll ever meet … Continue reading
When you find yourself in a train station at seven am clutching onto your broken heel talking to a bisexual-married-pink-haired man and sharing a box of cornflakes with him, you can tell you’ve had one hell of a night. So after spending around ten hours in the famous lesbian club Vanilla this is how I found myself, trying to count the thousands of units of alcohol I must have consumed.
So Vanilla is pub with cute tables in the day and a sexy club by night. There’s also an upstairs bit with a small bar and a booth type thing which seemed to be reserved for kissing. As I wasn’t on the kissing vibe, I spent the night downstairs with the lovely owners and staff bizarrely chatting about dogs, dresses and reasons you shouldn’t trust a girl who doesn’t burp in front of you. Quote of the night – If she hides her burps, what else is she hiding?
I went on a Saturday night where they had an old-school type thing so it was a mish-mash of wonderful people. With three Djs throughout the night, the music was fabulous and I found myself holding hands with strangers and singing along (looking totally cool while I did it). Other nights that were recommended by the girls were Friday the-wettest-night-in-Manchester SEX nights (Students Expect Xtra before you get any ideas) and Pop Bitch that comes around on a Saturday where you can throw caution to the lesbian wind and shake your booty to Steps.
Drink prices were very cheap, especially for a weekend. I managed to get through quite a lot of double-vodka lemonades and at just three pound each I didn’t have to scrape together the sticky change from my bag to do it. And Jaegerbombs are cheap too at three for a fiver. And the same goes for tequila. And apple sourz. So what I’m saying is; I blame the very cheap drinks and the gorgeous staff as to why I have a two-day killer hangover and I’ve been hiding from my boss all morning in the stationary cupboard.
I will say, I never seen so many couples in one place. So many holding-hands-snogging-face-gazing-into-each-others-eyes couples at the bar. And the ones getting a bit more frisky sitting in the back. It was kind of nice to see so many. Kind of reminds me that I may not actually die alone surrounded by cats and talking to my reflection. AND what was good, is that it was one person per cubicle in the loos. There is nothing worse than going for a pee when a couple has been in there before you and left their mess. Unless of course you’re that couple, in which case you’ve probably had a pretty good time.
If I was more of a professional I would remember a lot more of the place, but alas I am not. I’m more of a get-a-feel-of-the-place-by-drinking-with-the-staff-and-flirting-with-fit-ladies type of reviewer. But of what I do remember, I had a really amazing night. So whatever night of the week, go, dance, drink, sing, scream, trip down the stairs, wave to people on the top floor, meet the sexy people, break your heel and make sure you grab a tastier box of cereal than cornflakes on your way home. You’ll have a top night.