Yeah the urinal was like a woman’s open mouth, if you get me. I’ll adjust. Thanks
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Journal, Diary, & Blogging / Down and Out in the Purple Pussycat
‘Look at ‘em, ordinary fuckin people, I hate ‘em.’
-Bud (Harry Dean Stanton), Repo Man
Another broken scene in what passes for my life occurred last night in an utter shithole called Purple Pussycat, a weird club near Granada TV on the outskirts of Manchester City Centre.
Before I even got in there it occurred to me I needed the dump of all dumps. Ironically, that’s one way of describing the club itself. Upon entry I made a beeline past the faux-eighties décor, through the mostly male crowd and past a fish tank full of piranhas, trying to retain my composure.
I found the cubicles behind the urinals that were shaped like giant red lips. Unfortunately the toilets were horrendous- paper everywhere, piss on the seat, puddles on the floor. I shut the door and found the lock had been ripped off. Let’s get this over with, I thought. I held the door shut with one outstretched hand and got on with it. Unfortunately it’s not easy to push in both directions (if you get me) and, due to the ridiculous overcrowding of the toilet block, it wasn’t long before somebody barged in and I inadvertently head-butted the door. He apologised and wandered off. The sinks had no soap.
We only stayed for the one drink. The women were nondescript.
I arrived home to find that Stephen Gately of Boyzone fame had died of a suspected drug overdose. Maybe he thought it was time for a New Beginning. Boom boom.
Regardless. I looked the club up online. The official site was badly designed and misspelled the word ‘piranha’.
I always judge a venue by its toilet. It’s going to be the first place to get messed up, so if they can keep that clean you can guarantee that the rest of the bar is going to be appropriately hygienic as well. Hence, The Purple Pussycat is on the Black List.
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LOL….love it. I have been in joints like this. The bathroom is always the worst. The only part I got lost in was “we only stayed for one drink”...... who is we?? Did you go with a friend? How did your friend react to the club? Other than that…...great blog!
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For what it is, it’s fine. Nice description, to the point commentary with an economy of words. The scene is set well with the exception of the ”...cubicles behind the urinals that were shaped like red lips.” This was (and is) a bit confusing since most urinals I’ve encountered are flush up against a wall. Anyway, it’s hard to picture. Still, good writing. Anyone who’s ever been to a men’s room in a bar will surely be able to relate.
I gave it a rather low grade overall until I saw that it was a blog. Then I had to judge it within that context and say, “Hey, it’s not meant to be great literature. Still, you persuaded me that this place was not a good place to go. I felt a lot of anxiety in even reading it because of the terrible situation, the uncleanliness and such. If it’s a real place, and I don’t doubt it, then this place needs a janitor or to be shut down. The imagery was great, but somehow unbelievably exagerated. Piss on the seats? What are cubicles outside an office context? Urinals shaped like giant lips? Were the mouths sideways? That’s the only way I can imagine it. You’re leaving a lot of detail out here.
Very interesting theory you have here. Is this a part of a series of similar bathroom reviews? Might make for an interesting longer piece. This was well written and humorous, but I wanted more!
um… i really don’t know what to make of this, except it held my interest, which is more than i can say about most blogs:)
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