
Boudicca prepares to launch her assault on Parliament.

So on our last night we went to the theatre--it was my sweetie's birthday--and afterward we wandered into a very interesting bar. It was an opera bar, sort of; a really garish wonderful place. I hope it is still there when I get back to London. But oddly, there was a painting of Marie Laveau hanging on the pillar over our sofa. Marie and I go way back of course. But the most amazing thing about this bar was the bathroom. It was...uh...curiously decorated. Click on the image below (the doors to the stall) and look for yourself. The entire interior of the loo was painted like this--one giant pornographic mural in the pisser.