Strings of No Life

Watford, ENG. Monday night. The streets here are fucking stupid. I did a loopie de loop like twice over. There's was nobody out in downtown Watford here, ghost town. Anyway I didn't see any parking lots at all, I probably can't park on the street out front, but I did anyway at the risk of a ticket. There's just no parking in the British Isles, just not a thing. Anyway walk up a couple dudes working the front. ID check and £10 entry. Walk on in. Pretty much only customer, I'd be soon followed by a group of indian dudes but that was it. Pretty slow.

Layout was small stage in the back, not in use and bar on left. Bathrooms are hook left going in. Prices were £40 for an air dance. And I think VIP was for a couple hundred. And it comes with an acohol bottle. I was told maybe you can get a little grinding/touching.

Dancers. Only two. One black girl and one indian girl. That's it. Both 20's. Kind of just average. Both natural. Maybe like 5,6 range. Something like that. Not bad but ain't no way I was buying dances. I was speaking with the indian dancer for a bit but when she gave me the rundown. Yeah hell no to this one. Shame only club in the northern London suburbs. Wasn't too much else open on Monday night though but even if it was busier I mean I just don't see any possible way I would partake.