Beelzebub's-ish

Went out last night with Joy, Kristy, Mat, Andrew and Kath to a place called Deville's Pad.

It's a night club in Perth, which should immediately make you nervous, but it was actually pretty cool.  Except of course we almost didn't get in as the dress code prohibits "sneakers".  I, of course, have two issues with that.  Firstly when did Australians start saying "sneakers"?  Trainers almost certainly, sand shoes quite possibly, but NEVER sneakers.  Secondly I think it's a bit of an odd dress code where you can get in wearing $10, plastic brogues from KMart but not Onisuka Tigers that cost considerably more than that (and Andrew's were even more expensive).  But to give the bouncer his due he let us in seeing as we were both wearing suits.  That compensated apparently.

Once inside it was decked out in the full Haunted House Blood Splashed everywhere motif, with the big boobed statues above much in evidence.  Pretty daggy but kitchy-fab in a way.  There is even a volcano on the dance floor.  What more could you want.  

A pretty good night people watching as the place does seem to attract some, shall we say, interesting types.  As it was ska and calypso night there were a fair number of skanking lads in suits, boots and skinny ties.  There was a  sprinkling of girls in corsets dancing, in my view, very bravely with arms above the head.  It was a wonder of foundation garment engineering that they weren't popping out all over the dance floor.  They didn't, even though I was watching very closely.  In the interest of science obviously.  There were goths (actually goth-lite is a better description, the eyeliner but not the trenchcoat), office types out for a "GIRLS NIGHT OUT!!!!" and slightly unhealthy student types.  You can spot them as they manage to make one beer last all evening.  There was also one young lady on the dance floor who was the absolutely, positively, worst dancer I have ever seen.  And I've been in Rep Club Christmas Shows.  Not at any point was she in time with the music or moving in the same direction as her dance partner, who incidentally looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but there.  Still she was having a great time and the rest of us were enjoying the show so who am I to judge?

There was also a one armed bouncer in the club.  I can't decide if that is really scary ("I lost an arm last time and STILL threw the buggers out") or really implausible ("I say do you mind leaving quietly under your own steam, I can't actually get hold of you to chuck you through the window").  

I didn't try to find out, I was too busy leaving before it got busy.  I am getting so old.