That's Courtroom One, above Browns on St Martins Lane. The blob at the back is me djing. (see previous post.) It was a work do, mainly men, all of whom stayed in the bar which is in another room. Gemma and I spun our discs to no-one!
They seemed to want to shove as much of the free booze down them as possible-dancing wasn't on the agenda. I shall think of them when I am sipping my cocktail in the south of France later this summer. Thanks guys!
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They obv. didn't know how to dance.
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