Reasons to go to Belgrave on a Wednesday night

1. Les Hur­le­ments d’Leo
2. Fuck­ing *nobody* on the streets on the way home so you can zoom along at 100ks on your Vespa
3. Prac­tic­ally nobody at the gig so you can sit with the band after the gig and get them to sign your new little red Les Hur­le­ments d’Leo sing­let top.
4. When the band *buys you tequila shots*.
5. Talk­ing French in the street with band because it’s in the middle of fuck­ing nowhere and talk­ing with some journ­al­ist is better than deal­ing with the hooligans.
6. The band saying, “So, are you on the door for tomor­row night too? No? We can fix that… Juli­ette.… Can you sort this out please?”
7. Les Hur­le­ments d’Leo. Really. Fuck­ing awesome. 

So, who’s coming tomor­row night? $30, I’m afraid. The Corner hotel this time, though, not woop woop. They really are worth it though.