Some time after 1 am, we walk out of Big Ben and my tired feet pass the 7’s and 8’s still standing in line. I’m still in disbelief a place with this much talent exists, and now see the true benefit in a really good bouncer at a club like this.
I don’t know what time the door of the Deux-Chaveaux opened back at my Marseille hotel, but I woke up falling into the gutter and rolling in laughter. “You can have the shirt too, Meeshel.” Shar-lay helped me up and got me inside before tooling the rest of the group off into the peaceful city night.
- Author: Michael
- Date Posted: May 27, 1981