SCOTTISH JIMMY GAVE us the eye as he left the Subway, nodding and giving me the thumbs up as he took in my companion. I shrugged. Still adjusting.
The bouncers stopped us at the bottom of the stairs leading into the club. Perhaps it was a symptom of my dislike for authority in general, but I’d seldom seen eye to eye with the custodians of Johannesburg nightlife. I preferred a less regulated system, where events were allowed to sort themselves out according to the law of the urban jungle. On this particular occasion, Stevie waved a hand at the two large gentlemen and they forgot to search us as we entered the club itself. I made a mental note that I had to learn that particular trick before he left.
The place was packed. It was only when every single eye at the bar turned to stare at me t
