Adventures Of Bee مغامرات النحلة الجبارة

RockaRolla is a madhouse metal joint, once the whole gang is there, the house is one fire.  First time I went there, it was with 2 cooks from Finbarr's, Yorgo, the cute Cypriot metalhead base player - big hair, beard (shaved it now), sharp eyes, leather and studs -and ...ooops, forgot that one! a steady Bulgarian gentelman who can drink like a sinkhole and walk on street lines blindfolded. At least that's the impression I have till now.

Charlo - or what sounds like that - is the owner, a madman with a huge presence. He's the soul of the place, everyone there is his friend. He  promised me yesterday one of the new T-shirts they're making for RR. And he's banging his glass to everyone's and having shots with his mates at the bar...and me, being one of the boys, I've taken a liking in particular to that shot of Jack in beer. Mmmmm

And there's Tassos, who is barman sometimes, and is a big guy with good looks, a little macho, large beautiful smile, good voice, he sings in a local band and gets to perform unofficially as bottles of Jack and other liquids vanish from his hands into tormented souls.

However, the Jagal on the scene is Paris, perhabs, who's the DJ. Thin, long hair, goatie, cool, he barges into the place with a tiny woman behind him, who seems to worship him as she sits silently, content, at his left, while he spins the metal wheel. Then after some drinks they might kiss each other a little, which is cute.

And, last, but not least, the guy who's name I keep forgetting who has a Lebanese boss he hates to death. W 7adrte, adding to his grief, first thing I tell him is Lebanese corporate bosses are the worst assholes one could work for, especially bil mahjar...He always wears a basketball cap, eyeglasses and a jacket similar to those of Lebanese forces during the war. 

Stavros, is a cool, funny guy. And he drinks horrendous creamy shots with scotch and coke...naturally he gets wasted quickly, but can sustain himself fairly well.

Not many women on the scene! Some come on weekends, clad in the perfect metal-chick attire, and they get completely wasted, hehe. Metal has never been female dominated anyway...and me I don't count as an "average" chick, but one'o'the boys...no?