The Pink Toothbrush

The pink toothbrush is, or was, a place of pilgrimage for any metaller, punk, goth, whatever that lived in that part of Essex. It’s ideally located bloody miles away, has no public transport links to where I lived, or live for that matter.
The place is famed for its sticky carpet and dark interior, the dark interior is typical to most alternative clubs but the floor has to be walked over to be believed, people have been trapped there for days while trying to prize themselves free.
The club claims to be the longest running alternative club in the country, it was originally called Crocs, complete with live crocs in a tank until they died from nicotine overdoses and manic depression.
The club puts on heavier rockier stuff on Fridays and more indie pop stuff on the Saturday and sometimes live bands on Thursdays. The bands that have played there read like a who’s who of alternative music however the only band I’ve seen play there is Carter USM in '97.
It’s a shame that I can rarely get to the Brush and when I can its always on the Saturday, the place has changed little over the fourteen years of so that I’ve been going, even with an eight year gap between visits, the paintings have changed and the prices of drinks are no longer on the walls in chalk, the carpet no longer looks like a carpet but its still just as sticky, and the kebab shop outside is sodding shut when you kick out.

Some friends and I went last night, its starting to make me feel old.