stevie knickers

hello my little friends, I am live blogging again, straight from the bar at the very best place in town. I used to work here you know. It’s the oldest establishment in town, even in the world, they say. It’s very dark in here, always. It reminds me of this great Swedish novel, Gentlemen, where they write about an apartment where ”night was always a possibility”. Here the night is also always a possibility, but also it’s like this place exists outside of time and outside of seasons. It has great mystery. I love this place, and when I worked here, I used to think it was like a big old ship and I was a sailor or a pirate, giving a piece of my soul to this ship to keep forever. I think I could die in here. I loved working here. It’s haunted of course, and after closing, when we had turned all the chairs upside down and only one candle was burning, time had a funny way of standing still and you would hear all kinds of things. Simon just gave me a drink called a Martinez, which he described as ”the grand father of the dry martini”. He is the bartender and he is British, he taught me what a Bees knees is (it’s a drink with equal parts honey, gin and lemon juice). Okay I could say a hundred more things about this place but I am now getting tipsy from the Martinez and also Ella just turned up and sat down on the bar stool beside me so bye bye