I love secrets, but truth be told I’m pretty bad at keeping them. I’m prone to impulsive & heated conversations during which the supposedly classified information leaps from my mouth as if beyond my volition. These conversations invariably start with: “You didn’t hear this from me, but…” or “Don’t tell anyone, but…” And that’s it, the once cloak & dagger information slowly seeps into the common knowledge bracket for the general public’s consumption. 2. patro is one of the few ‘secrets’ I’d actually managed to keep close to my chest for a while. I have been relaxing, DJing, drinking and ‘vernissaging’ there for a few years without ever putting it on blast. When it came up in conversation, I would simply play the whole thing down, labeling it a small, anonymous bar in the centre, then quickly changing the subject, protecting the venue’s identity and location until the next conversation arises.