...on the way to The Blue Oyster Bar...
Or, as is more likely, head pumping from amyl nitrate, dancing like a loon to shatteringly loud house music. The gay clubs always had the best music in my youth, and the least hassle. My first wife and I were frequent visitors to Cardiff's biggest gay club, just for the atmosphere and the music.
Dance music isn't my thing these days though (although Florence and the Machine's recent cover of 'Show me Love' brought back some happy memories). It's a sign of advancing age when you find yourself driving your van around with a Bach Brandenburg Concerto pumping out on the sound system... how very rock and roll

That Aussie brochure is also in the brochures section of this site, I picked up a copy of it some years ago... and man it made me laugh. That norton is pretty though

GC