Ah, Trisha’s, you’re thinking, Greek Street’s club at the bottom of a tumble of stairs. Christ, I’ve had some nights in there. Haven’t we all?
Trisha’s was having a bit of a night of it itself a couple of weeks back, when it re-opened after a forced closure. A neighbour had got the hump; there’d been a run-in with Westminster Council. Rumours emerged of rules not being adhered to — reports of wrong’uns on the smelling salts, that sort of thing.
