In an odd reversal of the normal state of affairs, The Taps was full of women last night, which is not to say that it was packed, which it wasn’t, but that the people who were there were almost all women. Hardly a bloke in sight.
It was slightly strange, but in a good way.
I mean while having to endure innumerable screeching versions of ‘Like a Virgin’ and ‘Papa Don’t Preach’ all evening wasn’t really anyone’s idea of fun, at least there was no trouble, nobody stole my stool or tried to do my crossword and they mainly just went about their business without any fuss.
That their business was shrill and inane still made it infinitely better than coked up and rude.
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