This post contains a metric tonne of drawstring bags, gratuitous crowd shots and a really bloody good cat.
In February, me and my housemate went to Iceland. It was the weekend after Valentine’s Day, so naturally our trip had all the hallmarks of your average romantic break: music so loud you can’t hear the other person speak, copious amounts of duty free rum, an inability to get out of bed before 1pm, and fancy dinners including […]
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.
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.