Crush

Labyrinth is pretty much what I found inside this venue. I wasn't the only one, a group of women who decided I knew where I was going, apparently based on the shaky logic that I was in front of everyone else, ended up following me downstairs into a grubby room with a gleaming metal pole in the middle. My draft wit of "well at least we found the pole dancing room" went down like a bucket of sic.

Eventually someone tracked down the show to a small claustrophobic room called the cinema. With pole dancing in the basement perhaps it's best not to dwell on what type of shows they screen here!

Eventually the show began. Billed as a monologue exploring one woman's impulse to confess her crushes to a group of, often hairless, confused and often painky looking men she once went to school with. It was also adverted as a multimedia event, but this turned out to be some videos of the confused men and a word document with dating tips.

It's not a bad show, it cost me nothing to get in, I even had a few laughs along the way, but at the end of the day this was a loose comedic standup routine similar in style to something Ben Elton was doing back in the 80's, only not as funny.