Yesteday I went to the Casino with new flatmate Anna to see Fud performing. I can’t stand the Casino. Fud can’t stand the Casino. Anna had never been to a casino, but did not express anything in the way of enthusiasm for the concept. Fortunately, the gig was in a little bar around a corner from the big room with all the unhappy-looking people emptying their wallets into the blinky-light machines, and it was easy enough to pretend it was another place. A pleasant place, with James Brown music and dolmades.