I was originally barred from Independent for some indiscretion several years before, whilst it was still Bar 36. Which is another story altogether.
I originally wrote it off, dismissing it as a 'poor-mans, wannabe Ku Club.' After my ban was eventually lifted, I gave it a shot, and I was proved right. It was pretty much a poor-mans, wannabe Ku Club, with louder music. Except the music wasn't constant Stone Roses and Oasis. And it had more scenesters. So, I didn't initially warm to it. The place was a clusterfuck of epic proportions, and if there's one thing I don't like, it's having to raise and project my voice. I can, but I'm too lazy to do this in order to have conversations with people, or as a means pull ladyfayres, especially whilst drunk.
Nonetheless, Independent does have one saving grace. The smoking terrace is the easiest place to pull - in the world. I'm not one for smoking really, but if you don't use - ''Excuse me, have you got a cigarette?'' Or ''excuse me, have you got a light for this cigarette?'' - as a means of starting a conversation with a pretty girl, then frankly you're a frigging idiot. Some would argue you're an idiot for smoking in the first place - but I digress.
There you have it. Independent's one saving grace is its Smoking Terrace.
Not that I'm advocating going out and taking up smoking as a means of becoming a fucking manwhore. But I'm trying to be objective and that's the only particuarly good thing I could think about the place.
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