Was it Blake's Seven that had that weird glowy light computer thing? They have one here. A big glowy computer thingy that talks to you and everything. I think this place is an undercover space craft, just pretending to be a bar. The barman always looks suspiciously at me when I ask about the onboard computer and explains in low tones that it's simply a rather funky lighting effect, but I know he's lying. In fact, maybe the barman's an alien. That'll be it. I mean –they serve the weirdest pizzas on the planet... well this planet anyway. Asparagus and egg? And they're just too good to be a real bar. Or perhaps I've overdone it on the Absinth again –no less than five varieties on offer. And the cocktail list offers a golden shower or a crack whore for less than a tenner – try getting that on the open market –. One of the best venues in the city. The little green men told me so.