London: 29 August 2009 After an afternoon at FrightFest, a small group of the usual suspects plus myself made the short trip around the corner to The Ivy. It is well known to all as the grazing and watering hole for the great and the good. It turned out to be a chilly night when an extra woolly would have been nice. That would have meant leaving my spot and my buddies so I shivered with them instead. We had some luck. For most of the evening we were the only ones there and those we met were ...
