The Thousands

Note: Tuxedo Cat Rooftop Bar closed April 2010

Last Fringe, a friend and I went to a show and, since we’re both young writers with all of the tastes and habits that implies, decided to go for (yet) a(nother) drink. We walked through the university without a care. But upon reaching Pulteney Street, we were suddenly confronted by a carload of dicks.

They noticed us crossing a small laneway, and sped up to hit us. Not to scare us, but to hit us. We arrived at Rundle Street, but they turned with us, following at walking speed. We slowed to a crawl, forcing them ahead. We thought we’d confused them by walking into Synagogue Place; but by the time we’d reached the road’s end, they’d caught up and were turning in our direction. We found the entrance to Market Bazaar and quickly climbed the stairs. Once we’d come to the top, we looked over the edge. They were out on the street, searching in vain. We were up on the roof, at a bar called Tuxedo Cat, nursing gin and tonics. Then a friendly man offered us free tickets to see Marcel Lucont. So, Tuxedo Cat: it won’t just give you a drink. It might just save your life.