The owls are not what they seem...

Shit the bed!

Now, we all remember the revamped Marquee - the pub famed for having no alcohol at all.

Well, tonight it re-opened under New Management... and it is fantastic!

We were supposed to go a-ghostbusting up Tittyshow St Mary, but it was a bit rainy for hunting ectoplasmic ephemera in ruined churches and abandoned graveyards, so it was a case of pubbing it.

So, off to the new Marquee.

Which is no longer The Marquee.

It's The Owl Sanctuary.

Being neither a Sanctuary, nor teeming with any strigiformes of any kind.

But that godawful magnolia/lime winebar color scheme has thankfully gone, and the Back Room double soundproofed to muffle the screams of organs being harvested from unwilling victims of torture porn fistings sound of the bands. Brilliant - you can sit in the bar, and not have the deafening noise of a band mixing with the jukebox as before!

But best of all... they stock booze. It was packed out, but they had booze. They had booze all night. All kinds of booze. 

It's back to how it should be - a proper alternative pub. In fact, it's almost how it used to be, but without the stench of the pissy toilets!

Finally, everything done right! Yay! Think we've refound a regular haunt...