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[singindemonhq]

I guess I'll always be updating late. My kind of gigs don't benefit from publicity while they're running. I'll miss Guy Fawkes Day in England - instead, Halloween in Sunnydale, and that's the day the bads don't walk...

Anyway, might as well upload the notes I took in London.......

We'd been taking a look at the city from about the height of cloud nine when I thought I'd seen a bar I knew. Maybe I should say that I used to know it. Once I saw the place close to I wasn't sure whether it was the "Old Bull and Bush" at all.

Inside it was neon and chrome, with a small cluster of people who could have been Hollywood wannabes, but for the accents. The small stage was in the right place, but the singer was a poor copy of Elton John.

So I cast the mojo - with a twist, and not the Twist and Shout kind. The singer started to belt "Roll Out The Barrel" - that was more like it used to be.

Erynne looked through the menu for meat meals and I got started with Bar Snax. The singer got onto Victorian Music Hall songs.

There was a ghastly woman with dyed red hair and a laugh like a hyena, right near the stage. Every time she yelped it cut through the singing. It was getting on my nerves so I cast a glamour that took twenty years off her age and made her look like Helen of Troy.

A guy at the next table took a good look and they left together within about five minutes. I wondered how he'd react when they got out of my range or the illusion wore off. Erynne looked up when I laughed, but the waitress put down her plate and distracted her.