down in the depths at Digress

Rachel and I had a funny, leery night out last night. We went for drinks, chat and dancing at Digress, which, at 10pm on a Thursday night, is full of besuited men who think they are God’s gift. They may well be – but they weren’t ours!

All very strange, but enjoyable, and I even managed to say “chips” (as opposed to “chpsh”) at the Istanbul Kebab Shop on Battersea Rise.