Oh hell no girlfriend, uh-uh. \n\nI don't know what that drooler in the white shirt was thinking, grinding up on me like that without introduction, but I'm pretty damn sure my punch in the chest got my message across. Look-look-no-touch, thank you.\n\nThis place was, meh, average, kinda crappy music, DJ didn't play requests and kept pausing the music in all the wrong places to scream shit about Jagerbombs. Every. Five. Minutes.\n\nHad to run around the dance floor a bit trying to avoid the rather grab-assy \""gentlemen\"" that were present, and yes a wooden doll got lowered from the ceiling that vaguely resembled Frankenstein's monster. To their credit, they did play Michael Jackson's Thriller,  but then again, what else would you play to go with that?\n\nKeep walkin' people, if you've got to set the bouncer on the chavs to keep off your body (for their safety really, I would've done them more harm), you know it's not the place to be. \n\nFrankenstein, somehow that name is oddly appropriate...