“Hey Honey, would you like some action?” followed by a wink is my first memory of Kings Cross – The Golden Mile as it’s also known. Well it’s not quite a mile and it’s golden probably only for crooks.
Kings Cross is a fascinating place to visit, don’t get me wrong, it’s absolutely messed up, but it has the most varied mix of people I have every seen in one place. So colorful that anywhere else but KingsX my autopilot* – once kicked in – would take my straight home, in there it takes me out of the club and startled by the kish-kash going on feels that it’s time wake up the devil again and have some more fun.
In the building with the humongous Coca-Cola sign that marks the beginning of KingsX is the Piano Room which has often enjoyable live bands playing covers of anything between Sinatra and Metallica while you try to figure out which glass has water and which has your G&T – spirits are watered down shamelessly. The singers are young, beautiful and later led to some nearby strip club by a greasy, old, fat producer (or at least so is written on the business card he flashes) who tries to play his influence in the music world for some action with the naive girl who’s ego and hopes are inflated to breaking point in the process.
Attached to the Piano Room is Trademark favorite place for 18 year old girls from the outer suburbs, pimped to the max – awesomely pretty, thin and obnoxiously loud, drunk and dumb.** I’ve never had a decent look at the place, it’s always been a blur, never had any fun in there as well.
* Autopilot – the angel on the right hand shoulder that always takes me home once the devil on the left has passed out. Sometimes buys food, many times tries to talk to my friends on the phone or internet, sends “cute” text messages, undresses and forces me to drink ludicrous amount of water (or beer if there is any in the fridge) before going to sleep – just to torture me by having me wake up for the terrible need to pee in the morning.
** To people familiar with Estonian pop-culture they could be summed up as: vändra-avelid.
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