The Ministry

Well, I've finally been to one of the big "superclubs" - the Ministry of Sound. We decided, seeing as it was a saturday night, to go out and see what the Singapore nightlife had in store for us. We headed back down towards Clarke Quay, where we'd been the night before. Unfortunaltey , juts as we got there, teh group became somewhat split up, as just after the canadian guys headed off to get something in the 7-11, the heavens opened and it started pissing rain - and I means serious rain! So, it was left to me and another irish guy to hold the fort in the bar. While we were there, a fight broke out between a couple of brits (who else?). This guy and a girl were having an argument, and he ups and belts her - classy bloke! A bit if a scuffle ensued between him and her mates, which ended up with him being turfed out in the rain. A few mins later tho, he was back and having a go at one of the girl's friends! Bloody brits!

The rain eventually eased off a bit, so we decided to wander over to the other side of the quay to see could we find our canadian friends. there was no sign of them, so we decided for the hell of it to go into Hooters. Now, the whole concept of hooters doesn't really translate well to the asian market - Hooter's main drawing point is waitresses with big racks, and I have to say most asian girls, while cute, don't have the necessary attributes in this area. And so it proved to be! Nice girls, good looking and all, but lacking that one definitive hooters ingredient!

After hooters, Brian, the other Irish guy, decided that seeing as he's been awake for nearly 24hrs straight it was time to call it a night. I decided to explore the area a bit more tho, so we parted ways. I decided, seeing as I was only about a block from it, to head into the Ministry of Sounds, just to see what all the hype was about. Normally at home you wouldn't stand a snowball's chance in hell of getting into a place like that with jeans, a t-shirt and an old pair of runners, but obviously Singaporean bouncers aren't such big pricks as the ones at home - in I strolled with no problems!

Inside was big - real big. The dancefloor for some reason had a turntable on it, and rotating slowly on top was one of them "smart cars". apart from the main dancefloor, there were 5 other separate rooms; a R&B room (absolutely packed), a had-core dance room, an "old school" room (mostly 80s music), a 2nd R&B room and then another one which was playing the same type of bland generic dance crap as in the main room (did I mention I didn't really like the music?). I had a feeling that the canadian guys would be around there somewhere, and sure enough, I bumped into them. One of them, Vance, was seriously off his head drunk, and was trying t on with everything in a skirt. This proved to be his undoing though, as his one big score of the night turned out ot be a thai ladyboy! Unfortunately for him, he only discovered the fact after he'd snogged "her"! :-) To make it even funnier, I had to stop him making the same mistake again about half an hour later, when he was hitting on a "girl" I'd been talking to earlier (the difference was tho that I'd copped early enough on that "she" wasn't a she!).

Happy hour kicked in about 2am, at which point it was "buy one get one free" on drinks. Too bad they don't do this at home! That helped the rest of the night pass rather smoothly, and so we stayed on til they kicked us out at 6am. An interesting night I reckon had been had by all - especially Vance! :-)