There are two types of people in this world: those who plan ahead, and those for whom the suggestion of arranging something three months in advance is a terrifying reminder of all the adult responsibilities they don’t have yet. Thankfully, planning ahead in London is largely pointless. Here’s why.
Apparently, getting a few thousand people to stand and listen to some insanely good live music without also chatting to their mates at the same time is a nigh-impossible pipe dream. But if anyone’s going to do it, James Blake will.
It’s really important that we don’t let London’s nightclubs disappear. I look back on a youth spent raving to loud music in a Kings Cross goods yard in an attempt to explain why.