The first time I went to an all night rave was in 2001 in Kings Cross. Back then you just walked up to the doors, had a bag search, and then off you went. Last week I went back to Fabric which recently re-opened after having its licence revoked and yep: times have most definitely changed.
Like most people who live and work in central London, I pretty much live for other people’s dogs. I think it’s because even though you know that theoretically there must be dogs around this city somewhere, you just don’t expect to see them. When I do see one, sometimes I forget that these dogs belong to […]
When was the last time you went to Bloomsbury?
Not for work. Not on your way to somewhere else. I mean: when did you last find yourself with not much on, and decide that the only way to save yourself from a swirling, brain dead hypnosis at the hands of Married At First Sight USA Series 3 would be the streets between Holborn and Kings Cross? It’s ok, you can admit it. You never have. It’s fine that you just glide past this bit of London without giving it a second thought, it’s fine that you’re not really that bothered because you’d rather just go somewhere else. It’s cool, I get it. You’re not bothered. But here’s why you should be.