Went out ('out' out) in Chennai for the first time last night. The club was in the five star Park Sheraton Hotel and it was called Dublin's, although there was nothing Irish about it so maybe Dion has something going on with the Sheraton family. The music was terrible and the drinks were very expensive but the Indians don't have the same sober restraint to dancing that we do so they were still going for it. Also, by Indian standards, some of the dancing witnessed was virtually pornographic. Appalling.
The person who had taken us to the club was a chap named Avik Biswas (excellent name) from Kolkata (Calcutta to you, me and Mother Teresa). He's in computers or something but I have made loose plans to visit Goa over New Year where he said we should 'grab some girls'. An unfortunate turn of phrase.
The night ended with 60 year old Donal from Kilkenny introducing the slightly ropy looking Finnish woman he'd met at the bar to me as 'his wife from Lapland'. I shudder to think what happened next.
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