Holy Fucking Catacombs

Once I went to a club in Brixton that was in the catacombs under St Matthews Church. Well, the club wasn’t directly beneath the church, sort of more across the street, although I doubt there would have been much of a noise problem, considering the hours of the two businesses.
Anyhow.
It was a very cool dub bar with big rasta djs and smoke-filled air and good lighting, but it didn’t have any of this shit.

I mean damn, if anyone had ever told me that the catacombs were more than just rooms made out of human skulls, I would have gone. Because really, if you’ve seen one room made out of human skulls…

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One Response to Holy Fucking Catacombs

  1. TBD says:

    yeah, but at no time get these catacombs confused with the “underground” tour of Paris . . . you’ll spend 2 hours trying to keep in the croissant and cafĂ© enjoyed that morning. PS Paris was one of the first cities to develop a very elaborate sewer system.

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