This is a gangster bar, we are here undercover

Ok so I have started properly now with lectures, or classes as they to like to call them.They're all pretty much fine, have to say that whoever timetabled quantum mechanics for 8.35 monday, wednesday, friday was a fairly sadistic git, but anyhow at least the content is interesting.

My project is progressing nice and quickly, well I mean I have a computer now. I had to set it up, and being the technology loving computer savvy chap I am that took no time whatsoever, or perhaps it was about 4 hours just to get windows 7 on, then have to download all the programs I needed after adding the internet, only to be foiled by a server that had been hit by a hurricane. It was definitely one of the two.

So last night I had my first experience of clubbing canadian style. After the brilliant response of the bouncer to my ID "What the fu... is this?" After some explaining he seemed fine, presumably decided if I was going to get a fake ID I would at least get one with a picture that looked like me and was heard of in Canad. Anyhow when I walk into the club and have a serious sense of deja vu, I quickly realise this is down to the fact the place is playing Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough and looks the bar in Rush Hour 2. Anyhow in general it seemed to be a slightly classier establishment thatn most I've visited well defined dance floor and plenty of seating. Felt slightly odd being there as most of the people seemed to be on hen nights, and a ever so slightly creepy lesbian who was trying to strip one of the girls I was with.

Also went to experience a sports bar, ridiculous number of screens including in the toilets which I have to say is a brilliant idea, you never have to miss a thing. There was also a pretty serious collection of hockey jerseys, occupying whatever bits of wall weren't LCDs, most signed including one of a Gretzky who I've been led to believe was quite good. At some point I will be having some wings from this place, they have an entire page of the menu dedicated to sauces, must be least 40, and have some spicy ones that progress from mild through hot and suicide finally to death, so that sounds like a challenge to me.