The Swiss Hut was a dive. (Someday I'll pass a story on to you guys.)

The Blue Lantern was another club that had its moments. One night about eight of us who had to perform next night got into some St George's (a substance devised by Lucifer himself. It was purple and it came in a bottle that said it was wine). I'm certain now that the gallon we had was from a poisoned batch. One guy woke up with his head in a toilet bowl. Anothyer with a boot print on his chording hand. Another was sleeping in the bathtub, and the fellow who had his head in the bowl may have got his head peed on a few times, because everyone was too sick to move him. All of us learned how England's saint slew the dragon. There weren't all that many weapons in that club. May have been one under the counter, but the folks who went there--other than the musicians--were a quiet peaceful group.