The Black Swan

Not for the faint–hearted or even the reasonably brave–hearted; in fact you'll be giving William Wallace a run for his money if you're not quaking on your first trip to the Swan. Supremely dirty drum and bass, mud–carpeted (well, hopefully it's mud) toilets and low ceilings dripping with sweat attract a crowd in dire need of a good talk with Frank. But dancing round the campfire with dreadlocked fire–spinning strangers as the sun comes up makes it all worthwhile.

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