At Absinthe, there are no nets, no safety cables and certainly no face protectors, either for performers or audience. Not that a plastic safety mask would be much use against a girl in roller-skates ploughing into your face at 100 miles an hour.
The poor old Sahara. In a little over a month, the icon of old Vegas will welcome its last guest. But the hotel is already brain-dead, barely clinging on to life with the help of strong drugs and a machine that goes 'beep'.