This night will three DJ's play at our Hostel, Stefan, Gunnar and Christos. It's going to be an exciting and fun night, with good music and an adventurous atmosphere.
You can read their story here:
Pumpy & Stompy had always loved BAR50 with its cosy, tight tables. It was a place where they felt fuzzy.
They were brave, hilarious, squash drinkers with sticky ankles and sticky eyebrows. Their friends saw them as thankful, tight teachers. Once, they had even saved a spilt baby bird that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of men they were.
Pumpy walked over to the window and reflected on his small surroundings. The moon shone like drinking rats.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Gunnibear. Gunnibear was a clumsy do gooder with chubby ankles and grubby eyebrows.
Stompy gulped. He was not prepared for Gunnibear.
As Pumpy stepped outside and Gunnibear came closer, he could see the flaky smile on his face.
Gunnibear gazed with the affection of 6786 admirable many mice. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want your music."
Pumpy looked back, even more calm and still fingering the magic teapot. "Stompy, play a song".
They looked at each other with healthy feelings, like two pickled, petite pigeons eating at a very loving wedding, which had jazz music playing in the background and two witty uncles sitting to the beat.
Pumpy regarded Gunnibear's chubby ankles and grubby eyebrows. "I feel the same way!" revealed Pumpy with a delighted grin.
Gunnibear looked sparkly, his emotions blushing like a teeny, tense teapot.
Then Gunnibear came inside for a nice beaker of squash.