The locked lips, the dodgy wig, the long-lensed camera, the strange bead curtains, the whiff of gay… it could only be Lady GaGa in London’s glittering Balans!

The baby Jesus?

This, ladies and gennelmen and undecided and those betwixt the two, is Lady GaGa off-of dressing up box, in Soho’s all-night eaterie of a homosexual pursuasion, Balans. Last night. Not the night before, not tomorrow night, but last night. Ooh.

We have little to no idea who’s she’s sitting in a booth, K.I.S.S.I.N.G-ing with but oh, what fun we’ve had in Balans in years gone by. The quaffing, the pointing, the laughing, the groping, the being chucked out-ing, the chomping down on Breakfast Burrito-ing, the scoffing at the £3 entrance fee after a decent hour (‘Tis a restaurant, sir? Surely ‘mo!’)…

Oh, funs.

*ends*

ps. Mmmmm, gay food.

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4 comments to “The locked lips, the dodgy wig, the long-lensed camera, the strange bead curtains, the whiff of gay… it could only be Lady GaGa in London’s glittering Balans!”

  1. My best Balans memory is rocking up after a day of serious drinking, being told they had no tables and screaming: ‘Do you know who we are?’ Naturally, they didn’t, so we were sent packing. To Mr Wu’s all-you-can-eat Chinese monkey-head buffet. Good times.

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  2. i fucking LOATHE balans. pissy queens. just take the order and bring the drinks.

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  3. I’ve never not had the trots the morning after the night before in Balans.

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  4. GAWD … well, I say nothing … ‘cos I know my tipsy arse will be back in there at 4 AM some time sooner or later asking what they have on offer for the fussy vegetarian. (-:

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