That's How It Happened

Cape Town nightlife is a slap in the face for London clubbing. Its utterly thoroughly unironic. There's only ever one really cool bar. Everyone looks like they just left a Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue shoot. Its perfectly normal to get smashed on sweet cider and tequila shots, have a giant punch up, then drive home. Last night we went to last years hip spot "The Caprice", and left following a nasty bar fight, then dropped into this year's glamour joint "Eclipse". The DJ played a succession of eighties anthems (MC Hammer, Vanilla Ice, Salt n Pepa), and no-one batted an eyelid. I guess they were all too busy getting bladdered on cheap shots. The watermelon martinis ruled. It appeared to be a mix of fresh watermelon, SKYY vodka and syrup de gomme. Perfect.