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Went out for a nice tea with the boys last night, down the Arena (sorry Apeha) sports bar, but the food took so long that we’d almost lost the will to live. So we stumbled him forgoing the lure of the Norwegian party which was starting at 1am at a club somewhere up in Podil. But come about half twelve I was getting itchy feet and strode off into the night to find the place.
It was at the Moda Bar, which turned out to be on a boat, under a Chinese restaurant on the Dnepr. The place was full of cold faced local girls all dancing on their own, while lots of surly looking gangstaboys in black leather jackets sat in the shadows, just skulking. But then the Wig Wam boys strode on to the glass floored stage and ripped it up big time.
Now in the real world you can see a faux-ironic glam metal band doing covers of Bon Jovi and Aerosmith in any town in Europe. But over here, and in this most unlikely of contexts it worked a treat. Suddenly the local girl’s scowls turned to beaming smiles, the entire Icelandic delegation danced like dervish baboons, and even the campest euro-fan was pulling Scandic black metal faces and waving the devil horns.
Rock’n’feckin’roll indeed!
Stumbled home about half two to find remnants of the big old street party still going in beer-soaked corners of the big square. They certainly know how to party in these parts!
