Went last night to see Holly Golightly - who is the 38th most famous person ever to grace Truro (Not counting Brian May's infamous 2003 "Drive Through" on the way to Flambards). The plan was to spend some time in Cuckoo and afterwards to nash on down to Pippa's. Well. No need. The night was great. Packed out with atmosphere, fun, friendly people and just a little smidgen of self-referential irony from the band. All in all, a great combo.
I might have ruined a fair few friends' evening by being a dropthepop.org bore but hey, its only the single most important issue to face us as a planet.
Anyways, Cuckoo, when it passes the required population threshold, is an ace venue for this ace city's all night/late night funkentastic melange of memorable moments.
In terms of its design ergonomics and the underlying architechonic principles its also much better than one would expect as a music venue. Bonus.
I have one regret about going to Cuckoo. Just the one. Regrets are something you should try not to have even though, like a vile cancer that eats away at your perception of the things you have done, they are often unavoidable. Kebabs, the shame of Saturdays.
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