Yeah, too bad, I'll be back sooner or later though. I forget the guy's name from Hayley's but he claimed to know you, told me you were in Moscow.
The Zebra was fucked up. I went in there alone and immediately (like before I could even order a beer) got swarmed by a couple of ancient scags who's introductions included the statement that they were "single" and did I want to dance to the guy playing saxophone and electric flute to backing tracks!

Place had a real strong swingers vibe going on. Probably would have been fun with people to hang out with but was pretty harrowing solo. I hung out for about five beers anyway.
I had to miss the Stranglers' show Friday night 'cause the Jamaican place Neil recommended gave me food poisoning . . .