Laney and I had gone out of the country to visit TG so we thought that we should also experience what our local TG had to offer. This time Dave also came along for the ride. It certainly felt a little different as we were kind of on our own turf … and we were looking forward to experiencing it with people who spoke English!

Learning from our experience in visiting TG in Paris we didn’t rush to get to the club too early tonight. Dave also booked us an apartment nearby so that we wouldn’t have to worry about travelling to and from the venue.

The scene is totally surreal. I’m not sure many Londoners realise what is going on every month. When we got to London Bridge just after midnight there was this really long queue! So long that people were leaving the queue to go and get a drink from a nearby bottlo to pass the time. Heh heh.

Our outfits this time around were a little easier to get into. None of this getting me into a tight corset thing – I didn’t actually have much time to sort an outfit so ended up grabbing what was basically lacy underwear! The underwear was much more comfortable but all night I was a bit concerned that it would tear and be destroyed … not that I was doing much more than dancing around. Just as well it was still fairly cool so that I had a coat to cover me for the short walk between our hotel and the club.

Dave looked so dodgy in his coat though!

In comparison to Paris I found that the people in London were a lot more aggressive. That’s not to say they didn’t respect boundaries – but it felt more like there were people at TG who were tourists (and therefore treating it almost like a costume party) and who were very pushy when moving around the venue. It was a really odd feeling. The club itself I felt was also a little more out there in terms of the rooms and equipment that was available. The electrical prod was very interesting!

Anyway, a very good night … and now … for sleep.