Friday 4th February: Well the night technically started in High Street Kensington where I went to my friend’s work bar. Still haven’t decided if it’s wise to have a working-man-style pub in the basement of the Council, but at a pound a vodka, yes people, a POUND, I wasn’t complaining.
Then we went to some random house party out by Hanger Lane and then onto Clapham. Stopped off for a cup of tea while a few changed into their animal outfits(!) and we (me kicking and screaming) walked down to the Clapham Grand. Last time I went here was a couple of years ago, it was full of drunk, gross men, sticky carpets, tarty girls and crap music. Some things just don’t change and all for a tenner entry fee! I managed to escape after an hour.
It’s okay if you’re out with a group and just want to be a bit stupid, but, it’s not for me.
Cons: cheesy, sleazey, recommend if you’re easy!