Jimmy Weasel - Monday, July 14, 2003 - 14:16:56 - print it raw
Friday and Saturday nights just passed witnessed the rising from the ashes and rubble of the brand new, sparkling Caringbah Businessman's club. The Club, venue for many businessmen and bands alike had previously been un-open for refurbishment and total inner reconstruction.
Friday heralded the new life for the musical end of trade, with some hi-brow acts. Saturday followed, without a hitch, which saw more music belted out.
This is now one of Sydney's newer, nicer and possibly one of the biggest venues in the 'burbs.
The beer is cheap, the acts are local, and there are no paper towels in the men's room.
» Smell a rat? You're flying Qantas
« Bulls Hit But Fail to Impale Internet Casino Popup
Finger your nose and keep a fresh and up-to-date eyeball on our latest reviews, articles and filthy somesuch. What is that?
class=etc
class=grimm
class=grimm
id=vonnegut
For lovers of reviews on music, books and theatre with advice and fiction on life and evolution.
Nipple protection from the elements?
Armpit hair needs a lair?
Bellybutton catching too many flies?
Then grab this comfy chest covering and other kinds of T-shirts at The Wax Sweatshop.