The last time I went clubbing...
The Underworld, Camden Town, London, England.

A favourite haunt of mine in my student days, the last time I visited I swear me and my friends were the oldest people there. We were in our late 20s.

We spent most of the evening discussing how shit the music was and how it used to be so much better, when it was probably just the fact we didn't know all this 'new' music.

Eventually, they decided to have a 'nostalgia hour', starting with some Stone Roses, when some whippersnappper beside us announced "I love this old stuff!".

I tried to reagin my youth by dancing like a loon and proceeded to knock my female friend over, covering her the lovely stale beer on the dance floor, and flashing her pants to whole club.

We left, and I vowed never to go there again... and I haven't. I just don't DO clubbing anymore.
( Joe Scaramanga with a G-double-O-D vibration, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 16:04, Reply)