The Revolution Bar, Sutton

As the head of the glorious Soviet states for approximately twenty years until my untimely (but glorious) death, I expected a vodka themed bar called revolutions to be a communist workers paradise, where the proletariat could earn drinks through productive action to promote the well being of the state and the people. Instead I found a filthy capitalist venue where aristocratic fat-cat imperialists exploit workers in order to charged the people excessive amounts of capital for those drinks. There was even a cocktail which seemed very similar to that named after the hated tsarist counter-revolutionaries, �White Russians� . I feel as betrayed as my close friend and once joint party leader Lenin, when I exiled him to Siberia

21 Feb 2007 17:53