We went to a club last night called Hemisphere. It was a lovely club on the 31st floor of an office building which provided some lovely views. Typical club of sweaty dancing idiots. As I looked at the bar there were two men in suits. One was trying to have a good time dancing, while the other was stiff as a board staring at the crowd. I soon realised this man was his bodyguard and he had his hand inside his jacket clearly on a gun. I was shocked and then started squabbling to everyone that the man had a gun.

20 minutes later and Nathan and I think it would be the best idea in the whole world to try and get the bodyguard to dance. We dance our way over and get promptly pushed aside. 20 minutes later we are best friends dancing with both this mysterious rich and probably important man and his bodyguard. The bodyguard then started pushing everyone out of the way clearing a lovely space for us. He even took his hand off his gun while buying us drinks...:) Hilarious.