Eighties Music Bar

Sadly this place is not somewhere for eighty year old men to discuss the Schleiffen Plan to the sound of Vera Lynne but the hideous hellhole you immediately connect with the name. Expect lots of Kevin Keegan style wigs and Blondie wannabes in badly fitting clothes and bright boots dancing to Spandau Ballet. Expect lots of middle–aged work colleagues with dripping foreheads clumsily groping each other in dark corners. Expect garishly bright walls and tacky lighting. Expect a mess. Expect the Eighties.

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