On Sunday I volunteered at Open House London. If you’re not familiar, Open House is a yearly event that most Londoners usually hear about three weeks after it happens. At which point, they’re like “oh god, yeah! I always mean to go to that, is it good?” and you’re like “well it’s meant to be, […]
Look it happens. Sometimes you just want to meet a mate in the evening and sit and have a catch up without getting smashed and waking up on Tuesday morning feeling like the world has thrown its heaviest, sharpest buildings on your head. You want a cup of tea. You don’t want to be out too late. And instead of spending £30 on a nice, nutritious dinner, you want a huge slab of cake. Here’s where to go.
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.
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.
Space makes me feel a bit weird. It’s not space’s fault, it can’t help being a vast expansive uncharted mass of darkness that makes everyone who looks at it and thinks too hard do a mind-shrivel into a never-ending hole of circular questioning and self-doubt, and it can’t help being an omni-present reminder of our relative insignificance […]