Do not drive into the city! Seriously dont. Ever. Never Ever. WIth all intentions to innocently attend a friend's 18th celebration at a club called Moulin Rouge in King's Cross (a recipe of disaster in its own right), Emma and I set off last night after I had finished work around 11pm. I had made the decision to drive as I had been forewarned of the dangers that two naive girls could potentially face on the transit system at this time of night. This was to be Emma's first venture into a bar in... read more
