I woke up this morning with a hangover. Nothing unusual there then (lad). But then I found something that could only be a description of a misguided STI on my arm: an entry stamp reading ‘Itchy Feet’. At this point I remembered what a great night I’d had.
For those of you who haven’t enjoyed the wonders of Exeter you’re probably wondering why it’s such a big deal that I had such a memorable night. But it’s not very often you find something new to do in Exeter and although the nights out I’ve had here are some of the funniest I’ve had, it’s nice to do something with a little bit of a (quite literal) twist.
I have to say, I haven’t seen a happier crowd of people dancing to some seriously old school tunes. From what I can remember through a whisky mist, it was a cross between Notting Hill Arts Club and Buttoned Down Disco. A welcome slice of home.
I had such a fun time and would really recommend it… And with the podcasts they have online, I have a feeling my feet will be itching for days.
In fact it was so good; I think I’m developing a bit of a foot fetish…
Keep scratching people.
