Let me introduce you to a story about a friend of mine.
On Sunday the 6th of August there was a fire in pinks. The blaze started near the cloak room and I felt obliged to put it out, if anything I feel I was doing the club a favour. I feel strongly towards the transgender community and did not want to see the blaze continue and ruin the marvellous establishment.
I applogise prefusely and would like to let the bouncers know that I respect them (due to the fact I'm scared of them).
I am the hero that pinks needs but doesn't deserve.
I have been Jack smith