A Gentleman Never Tells (unless it's about Corque's stag)

For those of you who read my previous blog, you'll know that when it came to my brother Corque's stag, we had a LOT of making up to do. After all, if he was to finally get over the fact that we went all the way to Heathrow airport just to tell him we weren't going to Vegas, there would have to be a good reason for doing so.

Therefore, between Romania, Arnie and myself we realised we had to devise a stag weekend that would play to Corque's tastes. And so, Corque's stag: A Gentleman's Weekend was created. 

The 21 invited stag guests/lords would have to arrive at my parent's home/abode/abbey early Saturday morning dressed in appropriate hunting attire:

Oh Lord Benson...a true gentleman indeed.

There, they would partake in an inaugural ceremony which officially opened an "inter estate" tournament, including official inter estate pipes to puff on and inter estate houses to team up in: House Lagos, captained by Lord Williams of Bank formerly of Lagos. House Northwood, captained by our esteemed stag, Lord Marcus aka Corque, and finally, House Oxhey, captained by the repulsive and working class ruffian, Lord Gee aka Oxhey.

Lord Oxhey in the mix: no surprise there

By 10am, everyone was on the coach and totally smashed. After a 1 hour coach ride which included gentlemanly banter such as hymn book singing, roadside urinating, and of course, house point scoring, we arrived at our first destination, London's most prestigious Polo Club: Ham Polo Club.





Whether it was our attempts at "horse racing" around the grounds, or Lord Gee's attempts to hump the race course I don't know, but after 3 minutes of being inside the club Prince Charles is a member of, we were officially chucked out.

Wayne: legend

Not that this would get us down, as only 20 minutes later we found ourselves at activity two: rowing on the Thames. We arrived with booze and a megaphone in hand and after much deliberation by the Richmond Bridge Boathouse club owner Mark, as well as a hilarious conversation with a local drunk called Wayne (see photo), we were finally allowed onto our vessels. 

According to Mark, it should have taken us 25 minutes to row up to the pub where we were having our lunch. However, for Lord Benson, Dr. Wee Wee (Lord Webber's new adopted name due to his incessant bladder issues) as well as the majority of other rowers, the current was so strong, that after an hour on the river instead of being a kilometre upstream at the pub, we were about 200 yards downstream from where we started, meaning Mark and his team had to tow us all back to his shop. 

Dr Wee Wee entertaining the crowd at the White Swan.

Nevertheless, banter levels were still at an all-time high, and a brisk 20 minute walk later, we arrived at the White Swan Pub- a lovely rustic watering hole on the bank of the Thames.

It was here that the group recuperated...we ordered a load of chicken wings, beer and burgers, and in spite of the fact that the coleslaw tasted of chlorine, the service was great and everyone had a jovial time indeed.



After the meal, we ventured to our next "gentlemanly" activity: clay pigeon shooting. Now, it came as a surprise when we were organising this activity, but there is in fact a clay pigeon shooting range quite local to us, just off of the A1 near Borehamwood. Not only that, but an afternoon of shooting only cost us £35pp: score. 

A1 Shooting Ground: Banter

Top three moments for the group whilst we were there:

1. When Lord Romans discovered (30 minute after we had done it) that whilst he was asleep we had stuck three pieces of chewing gum on his head

2. Lord Shorts discovering that he was a Grade-A marksman in his past life.

3. Our coach driver (Sir Michaels) defending all of our integrity as he explained to the shooting instructors that, despite appearances and the fact that there was a small mountain of empty whisky and beer bottles in the coach, we were definitely not drunk.


And so, the day came to a close. However, the fun was from over, because as soon as the clay pigeon shooting was over, the stag members were asked to change into their evening attire to continue the celebrations:

Corque and Lord Nikolai: Fine men.

Chicken goggles at the ready gentlemen!

A short train journey into town, and a 5 minute walk from Aldgate East later, and the staggers walked into an East London gallery (called the Rag Factory)that we had kitted for the majority of our evening's entertainment. The room was candlelit, decorated in inter estate colours, and had traditional pictures of Lord Marcus and his family to stick with the theme. A quite superb three course meal (catered by none other than The Delisserie), some napkin twirling, chicken goggling, inter estate singing and cocktail swigging later, the Lords were all in good form, which meant the rest of the evening went like clockwork: 

We played a quite epic video drinking game, had some outlandish ceremonial tasks for Lord Marcus to complete and even had a surprise guest join us, before heading out for a very messy night "on the town".

But the fun didn't stop there, as that night everyone crashed at my parents place. The next day, 20 heavily hung over Lords woke up to the site of an inflatable boxing ring in the back garden and quite possibly the greatest BBQ to ever be made on a stag...ever. 

It really was an amazing weekend. What's even more amazing is that the whole weekend came to a grand total £200pp.

And so, although Corque may never get over Vegas Prank, his Gentleman's Weekend went down in the record books as a truly epic stag do. Please feel free to check out the montage below (my favourite clip being that of Lord Oxhey at the polo club):

Otherwise, if you simply fancy doing any of the outrageous things we organised, check out the below links:

http://www.whiteswantwickenham.co.uk/

http://www.hampoloclub.com/

http://www.richmondbridgeboathouses.co.uk/

http://www.delisserie.com/catering/

http://www.ragfactory.org.uk/


1luv, 

Finey

xxx

" I don't care if none of you can come, I'm going to Vegas for my stag"

Corque dressed as a c*nt: how ironic.

Let's set the scene. 

It was about 4am, and after 7 hours of a pre stag (see previous post if you don't understand) which included copious drinking, gold fish force feeding and body pissing- yes, actual urinating on bodies- my beautiful brother Corque was in such a mess that he was starting to become, let's say, a bit vulgar.

Why? Well, because by 4am Corque was not just suggesting to all those in my TV room, but outright insisting that even if NONE of us could come, he was going to Vegas for his stag.

Of course, like with most things Corque does and says, we were taking this behaviour with a pinch of salt.  After all, Corque is known to exaggerate when voicing his opinion at the most sober of times. However, as the weeks unfolded and Corque continued to insist that it was Vegas or nothing for him, despite our countless attempts to make him consider that very few were willing to join him, we knew we needed to do something drastic.

And so, we decided that we had no choice but to do the following:

1. Plan an epic stag trip to Vegas for the select group of Corque's closest friends and family members who were willing to come.

2.  Then when we get to the check in desk at Heathrow, turn around to our beloved stag and tell him that we weren't going to Vegas...in fact, we were going straight home as his stag wasn't even starting that day.

Indeed, this c*nt was going to get royally fucked. 

However, despite being a brilliant idea, the planning had to be so perfect that even if Corque had his doubts, he would simply HAVE to believe we were going. And so, the next 3 months we devised the perfect prank.

The plan of attack was as follows:

1. Get someone totally trustworthy on board 

2. Inform all of those involved from a very early stage about our plans

3. Set up a diversion prank

4. Plan a trip to Vegas

So, after an intense few months of planning, here's what happened:


1. Get someone trustworthy on board

We knew that if the actual prank was to be believable, we needed to have people on board who Corque would never suspect to be a part of the prank. Therefore, a month or so before the main event, we called up my Dad, aka Mr. MTIP, and told him that he was going to be joining us in teaching Corque a highly important life lesson. Without hesitation, he accepted.

Someone trustworthy was very much on board.

2. Inform all of those involved from a very early stage

Two months before the prank, we informed all those participating about our plans. We told them they could not tell anyone- even their girlfriends/wives- that this was a prank. If Corque asked any questions, they would have to act excited but refuse to say anything. In effect, they would have to live their everyday lives as if they were actually going to Las Vegas.

Method acting friends: check.

3. Diversion Prank

In order to throw Corque off the scent, we got one of his close friends, Future Cutie, to play a prank on him only a couple days before the main one.  The prank had to be convincing though and look like we put real effort into it.

Therefore, we got Future Cutie to arrange for Corque to go to a "really important" business meeting he had set up, at the hotel bar of the Mandarin Oriental at 10.30pm. At the hotel, at this highly inconvenient hour, Corque would have to pitch a business idea to one of Future Cutie's American business colleague's looking to invest in a new up and coming UK music project.

An hour or so before Corque arrived, we informed the head waiter that he would be coming in and said that when he orders 3 expensive alcoholic drinks (peach Bellini's to be precise) he would come over with a sealed envelope to hand over with the drinks to Corque. 

Corque arrived at 10.30pm. We were parked round the corner. He was dressed in a suit and had his business satchel on him with presentation in hand. He ordered 3 Bellini's and the waiter gave him an envelope which in short had the following message:

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...you got pranked. Get ready for your stag...you don't deserve any of it, but it's going to be epic".

Corque then left the hotel, and we caught him coming out in a suit and tie, holding a leather folder containing his presentation, and looking like a rather embarrassed young man:

Diversion prank...check.

4. Plan a trip

It HAD to look like it was actually his stag trip to Vegas. We therefore organised what we thought we would have done if we were actually going:

• Official stag t shirts
• An official stag song
• Official stag rules
• A mini bus to drive us all to Heathrow airport
• An official stag opening ceremony
• Printed off flight details
• Printed off hotel bookings

We also decided to:

• Create a 20 page Vegas trip itinerary (including the fake phone numbers of the club promoters we had to get in touch with whilst we were in Vegas), 
• Organise members of the group who "couldn't make it", to text or phone Corque, timing their messages for when we were on the motorway heading towards the airport
• Tell everyone to actually pack suitcases with toiletries, shoes, shirts, swimwear, trousers etc etc)

• Tell  my brother's fiancée that we were genuinely taking Corque to Vegas for his stag, telling her to keep it a secret and pack a bag for him without him knowing.

Oh and before I forget, we also:

• Ordered a stag costume as well which we felt was highly appropriate. After all, as Corque was being framed for acting like a c*nt, we would dress him up as a life size vagina.

Like I said...success was in the detail.

So, I'm sure the question on everyone's lips is how did it go? 

Well, Corque may tell you that he "knew" the whole thing was a setup. Personally, I just think that he only reacted as anyone of us would if you had just been royally slaughtered by a group of boys that included closest friends, your brother, and even you bloody Dad.   

But I guess the only fair thing to do is to let you be the judge of that. So sit back, relax, whack the video onto full screen, and take it in... 

So, Vegas Prank: done.

For those who think this is taking "banter" a step too far, please don't worry. Corque's actual stag was sensational, so keep a look out for next week's post, where I will go through what we did to make up for this event.

1luv,

Finey

p.s. big love to Corque for taking it like a man as opposed to the vagina he was dressed as 

xxx

A Mouth Licking Meating at Meat Liqour

A few Thursdays ago Bertilicious and I decided to have a catch up over a highly unnecessary, but equally mouth-watering meal. 

Meat Liquor: good.bloody.choice.

Although most would consider this a pleasurable affair, for us it was strictly business. Decisions, important ones at that, had to be made: what would be the perfect accompaniment to two medium rare cheeseburgers. 

So, there we met at 12.30pm. I'm sure that is considered quite an early lunch for a meeting of this sort. However, had we tried to make it any later, it just couldn't have happened. After all, for those of you who haven't been or don't know, this is because Meat Liquor is just as infamous for its crazy queues as it is for its outstanding cuisine.

It was the right decision getting there early...

So, in order to make sure that we weren't hanging about for a minimum of 30 minutes, we got there as early as possible. Turned out even at 12.30pm we still had to wait before we could be seated, but this wasn't for too long and before we knew it, we were in serious burginess mode:

Top of the agenda: figuring out what we would be having. 




Well, the menu is relatively simple (as the best ones are):you have a choice of about 10 different burgers, and about 10 different sides. So, after 30 seconds of deliberation, we decided to go for two cheeseburgers (one with bacon), with a side of bingo wings and chili cheese fried. Top of the agenda...sorted.

But what are chili cheese fries you ask? And what in God's name are Bingo Wings? And how would you know to have these as your sides? Well comrades, I don't want to go through our highly sophisticated way of choosing the sides with you. Not because it is a big secret, but more because if I have to write down why those two sides go so well with that choice of burger, my mouth will start watering at the thought of how good this f*cking meal is and I will probably have to stop writing this blog and head straight to W1 to sample it again...

However, as "Item Two" on our check list was to ensure we left our meeting with evidence that this was a business lunch worth having, please endluge yourselves in the photo below:

OHHHHHH MAMA...

Yes we could start a debate about what is the best looking thing in that photo, and I would be the first to admit that I was having lunch with North West London's hottest piece of ass since 2009, however even he doesn't come close to how good looking the rest of that picture is and more importantly, how freakin good those bingo wings and chili cheese fries look.

Item one and two, check.

The only other remaining item on our short but oh so important list, was to not leave with any regrets at all...and with the bill coming to c £12.50pp, that was certainly achieved.

With all items checked off and two professional colleagues keen to book in the follow up meeting as soon as possible, I'd be the first to say this was a highliy productive and successful lunch meeting.

So if you haven't been yet, do yourselves a favour...book out time for an "important business meeting" and head there as soon (and early) as you can.

You can check out their site on:

http://www.meatliquor.com/

1luv,

Finey

x

Boy's got Mad-Jag Skills

We booked our tickets a while ago. Jaguar Skills and friends at Koko, in Mornington Crescent. Having been to the venue a few times before for similar gigs, I was excited. Don't get me wrong, Koko certainly isn't somewhere I would venture to for a normal night out...crowds there often consist of the testosterone induced 'yoots' that I prefer to cross over the road from, rather than share an evening with. However, on the odd occasion Koko manages to get in a decent line up, just like this one, those facts don't seem to matter.

KOKO in action: Quite a sight from the top tier

After all, the venue itself is pretty cool. It used to Camden's local theatre back in 1900, and clearly conscious of keeping most of the original features still in place,  all the designers did when they rebranded the place was basically rip out all the seats, add in a monster sound system, and call it Koko.

So, there we were, the 6 amigos (myself, the ever-present Goateenie, Ma-C, Myzle, Samshine and Goldizzle) on our way to an outrageous evening of fun filled tunes, a sh*t load of booze, and nothing to lose. The fact that we had to queue in a late March blizzard storm didn't seem to bother us, and soon enough we were sharing body heat with the hundreds of other eager beavers packing themselves into the venue. 

Once we were able to feel our limbs again, off we went exploring. The nice thing about Koko is that it's pretty big, so if you don't fancy getting in the hustle and bustle of the dance floor, you can always head somewhere else. So, after checking out the pretty impressive set up on stage (there was a 15 foot robot in one corner that looked like something out of Transformers), we ventured to the top floor to take in the views and ready ourselves for a 3 hour love-fest with the UK's most prestigious turntable ninja.

This was definitely a good move, as the first hour or so of our time there was spent listening to by far the worse MC I have ever heard. He was telling people to 'go f*%k themselves' over the top of some pretty generic drum and bass...Not exactly what I had come to participate in, but hey ho, I'm sure some other members of the crowd were loving it. In fact, there was this one bald and overweight 40 year old guy who certainly was, as he embraced Ma-C for a good 20 seconds at one point.

The set was ridonc (can you see the massive robot in the left corner?)

When the Jag-man (yes I just made that up) did eventually come on, this little blip was forgiven, and the atmosphere became pretty epic. Most of our crew stayed near the back of the room, so they had enough space to go crazy, but Ma-C and I (not being guys who shy away from a bit of a good old head bang) ended up throwing ourselves in the middle of a 50 man mosh pit near the front of the stage, taking on the role of conductors for the majority of our time there.



The tunes were absolutely phenomenal...the headline act pulled out all the stops, playing every type of sound you could think of, from Dubstep to Gangster Rap, Hip Hop to Deep House and even a bit of Punk. I even vaguely recollect a System of a Down remix of Tupac's 'California Love'...very special indeed.

As you can tell, we had a rather wonderful night. However, when I woke up the next morning, it felt like I had been involved in a street brawl. I guess i could have been based on the crowd that was there, so glass half full I suppose.

Anywho, if you want to check out what's on at Koko and have yourself a bit of a mess-fest, check out their website on:

http://www.koko.uk.com/

Alternatively, if you want to see when Jaguar Skills is next in town, you can do so on:

http://jaguarskills.com/

1luv,

Finey

x

A Kim Cheeky meal in Holborn

(Kim Chee)

                                                                                                                 

I heart Korean munch

I've been a massive fan of Korean food since I was introduced to it a couple years ago (at my local on the Finchley Road called Seoul).


So, last Tuesday night, when Tea Pot and myself ventured to one of Holborn's current hot spots- Kim Chee- we were both excited and nervous. Excited that we were going to try out a restaurant a few friends of ours had been raving about, but nervous that we were letting down the 'home team' Seoul in order to do so.


As if things couldn't get any more intense, we were accompanied by our dear friends, the Txt2blairs, of whom Mr.Txt2blair is of the Kosher persuasion, limiting what he could order on the menu. 

As you can tell...the pressure was most definitely on....

Almost felt like a North (west London) Korean vs (Slightly more) South Korean war we had on our hands.

So, when we arrived at 8.15 and found out that the place was so busy that we would have to wait for half an hour to be seated, I'm sure you can guess that we weren't best pleased. Of course, this wasn't helped by the fact that we had to spend that time waiting bang smack in front of the BBQ where the chefs prepared all the meat for their already seated customers! So despite its modern and quirky look, on first impressions it was very much our local restaurant that took the lead. North West Korea 1, Slightly more South Korea 0. 

It was literally painful waiting to be seated

The battle may have been won, but this particular Korean War was far from over as we were seated much sooner than expected. Soon enough we were flicking through the menu and noted the vast amount of choices for our vegetarian comrade Mr. Txt2blair...North West Korea 1, Slightly more South Korea 1. 

The mother of Korean munch: dolsot bibimbab

We ordered a plethora of treats...some traditional kim chee (spiced cabbage), deep fried tofu, spare rib broth, salmon and cod fillets, and of course an absolute MUST at any Korean gaff: some dolsot bibimbab (basically meat or tofu with rice, vegetables in a boiling clay pot with a cracked egg on top that cooks as you stir all the yummy goodness around.

We also decided to accompany the food with some quite delightful plum tea...well played Teapot and Miss Txt2blair for the suggestion.


So, all in all the meal was great and we were suitably stuffed. The service was also pretty impressive (our beef rib broth was quite bland, so after apologising profusely the manager immediately changed it for a much better one and gave us a discount at the end of the meal), meaning that Kim Chee suddenly took the lead. North West Korea 1, Slightly more South Korea 2. 

However, a key element of the experience was still to come...the bill. Would Kim Chee come out on top, or would Teapot and I would be cursing ourselves because we'd betrayed our local for an expensive night out? 

Needless to say, the bill was astounding... a mere £20 pp for a sh*tload of Korean food and drink. So, just as we thought North (west) Korea had come out on top, South Korea pulled out all the tricks...North West Korea 1, Slightly more South Korea 3. ....unbelievable!

Lad.

To conclude therefore, overall I'd say that whether it's your first time trying Korean out or not, the atmospheric Kim Chee should be tried by anyone who fancies a good quality meal for a very reasonable price.

If you want to check it out, visit their site on:

http://www.kimchee.uk.com/

1luv,

Finey

x

p.s. Thanks Singfood for the hook up- keep up the good work!

'I wish to complain about this meal'...

The above quote is what my brother said to get the attention of Ricardo, the general manager at Burger & Lobster in Soho. 

Apparently it took the guy by complete surprise, as whenever he normally asks a customer how the food is, 99/100 times the response will be something along the lines of: "its delicious"; or "absolutely fantastic". 

Ohhhhhhhhh mama

After all, not only is Burger & Lobster now infamous for its beautifully simple menu (a choice of three £20 meals: a burger; a lobster; or a lobster brioche), but it is regarded as a place where the food is ''perfectly cooked, at a price that will please even if you’re feeling the pinch" (Time Out).





So, when my brother Corque grabbed Ricardo by the arm and insinuated that there was a problem with the food, I'm sure he was as amused as he was relieved when he heard:

"Yes Ricardo...I wish to make a complaint...about how f*cking GOOD this food is!"



In fact, Corque must have made such an impression on Ricardo, that when we ventured back to the Dean Street restaurant a couple weeks later, he remembered who my brother was, and let him, myself and our good friend Romania skip the TWO HOUR queue to be guided to the best seats in the house...

Truly feeling like Burger and Lobsteroyalty, we were immediately hit by the smell of rich lobster tail being dipped into a glorious garlic butter sauce. I felt like Tanka from Rescue Rangers, hypnotised whilst I was gliding towards the booth Ricardo had prepared for us...

Like a mouse to some cheese...

My mouth watered as we sat down in a great location, in full view of both the chef's kitchen and the lobster tank. 

Yes, it tastes even better than it looks

And so, thrilled that I was about to find out what Corque had been raving about, we looked at the menu and ordered... Three 1.5 pound lobsters, as well as a lobster brioche to share (purely because of how good it looked when the person sitting next to us tucked into hers)

Eventually, the meal came, and my GOD was it every bit as good as the reviews said it was...The lobster brioche was heavenly...the bread buttery and sweet, the filling fridge cold and perfectly seasoned. Then there was the lobster meal itself which, accompanied by a generous portion of crispy fries and a side salad, was so good I could have made love to it let alone eat it.

Protecting my clothes (from the juice squirting out of the cracked lobster shell) with a plastic bib, I did a 'Curly Sue' and sucked on the end of each of my fingers, licking the stunning Lobster and garlic jus off of them. I would go as far as to say that the meal was so good that all three of us were actually gutted to have finished our plates...

Already excited to go back

Anyway, like all good managers, Ricardo of course came over to check we were satisfied (presumably expecting some kind of semi offensive quip).  We told him that we were: 

a) Genuinely offended by the quality of the meal 

and 

b) Convinced he should be arrested for serving such good food in his restaurant.

In fact, the only negative thing about the meal that night was hearing the people sitting next to us order the burger instead of the lobster. Don't get me wrong, you should really have a burger on the menu if you are going to call you restaurant 'Burger and Lobster', but really out of courtesy as opposed to anything else. I mean, why on earth would you spend £20 on a beef patty when they can feast on a 1.5 pound sea monster instead? Madness. 

Anyway, you'll be pleased to know that there are now four Burger & Lobster restaurants around town, so like me, if your mouth is drooling at the thought of tucking into some of their food, you can find their details on:

http://www.burgerandlobster.com/


1luv,

Finey

x

Ping pongs

Clearly, all it takes is an original theme and a lot of alcohol to make something the 'in thing' nowadays. Take Ping Bar for example. It took a small and dim lit Earls Court shop, added some table tennis tables and alcohol, and created one of London's most popular weekend spots.

After all, you'd think people fighting to get into the place at 8.30pm on a Saturday night would be because Harry Styles was playing beer pong inside. However, even if 1D's heart-throb was indeed having "a game of Beirut" in the bar, the only thing fellow Pinger's would be going crazy over, is the thought that they'd be the next in line to take aim and throw a table tennis ball into some cups of beer on the other side of the room.

Like I said... simple idea+ booze = shit hot venue.

So, with that in mind, when we ventured down last Saturday night for Lady Singdog and G-Chainz's joint Birthday celebrations, I was excited to see what all the hype was about. 

That's right...chocolate mutha f*ckin pizzas

We arrived pretty promptly (8.30pm) and it was already heaving inside. We walked past people biting into their freshly cooked chocolate pizzas, head nodded through a crowd of party goers who were dancing to old school tunes, before finally reaching the bar to purchase some tasty but slightly overpriced drinks (it cost me c£10 for a double and a mixer)...I was already getting excited about writing my blog about the place.

Probably taken on a Monday afternoon at Ping Bar...when it's closed.

Nonetheless, this joyous feeling was short lived. Turned out the ping pong tables were so busy that even though we were a group of 30 people, arrived on time and had an area especially reserved for us, our first game started at 11pm...Pretty cheeky considering that was kind of the reason why our hosts wanted to have their bash there in the first place.

Despite quite literally being stopped from getting into the swing of things, we still managed to fill those 2 and half hours with copious amounts of boozing, and therefore all had a ruddy good time. Put it this way, we were so drunk by 11pm that even being barged out the way by an adrenaline/steroid pumped bouncer (because he wanted to chuck out the "riff raff" drunks in the corner) was perfectly acceptable...  

Of course, that was until we realised this particular ruffian was actually the Birthday Boy, G-Chainz. Turned out he got so excited that we were finally able to play beer pong, he threw some beer over himself like the true G he is. Even Lady Singdog's attempt to defuse the situation, by giving the SS officer-turned-bouncer her puppy eyes were in vain. To be fair though, the c*nt had a point: throwing beer over yourself and a ping pong table is a serious no-no in a late night FREAKIN beer pong bar...

So, what are my final thoughts on Ping Bar I hear you ask?

Well, I had a hilarious night out with my mates but the ping ponged. However, that was more than made up by the amusing fact that the bouncers all had the same surname...shame I was too drunk to remember what that was, but I think it began with a D and ended with an ickhead.

Bounce- ah, that's better.

Having said all that, I think Ping is more a case of poor execution as opposed to a bad concept... I hear from friends that Bounce is much better: Taller ceilings; more space and equally decent music. Rumour has it you manage to get a game of table tennis in as well...

If you would rather make up your own mind about Ping, here's the website:

http://www.weloveping.com/#home


1luv,

Finey

x

p.s. Happy Birthday Lady Singdog and G-Chainz