I'll keep this short
It wasn't really a nightclub, but more of an illegal warehouse party. Now if you've ever been to a squat party you'll know that the reason they are so called is because often they don't have toilets and people squat in dark corners to do their business. Ok, I made that up, but at this particular party I did wander down a random passage at one point to be greeted by the site of huge man doing a shit on the floor.

The usual decorum in such situations is to pretend you didn't see any of the 20 stone mass precariously maintaining a drunken equilibrium between the floor and reality while a steaming poo sends it's foul vapours deep inside your nostrils. Well unless said mass bellows in a loud Australian accent, "oi, mate! Got a fag?".

So I think you get the picture as to the sort of party this was. There also seems to be a propensity for those in attendance to consume far more narcotics than at a legal party. With this increased consumption comes a wayward sense of judgement.

[ok, i'm bored of writing this. I might finish this later...yawn]
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Wed 15 Apr 2009, 12:32, Reply)