God is A DJ – Faithless
I have to say I am excited. It is 2am in the morning and I am in Brighton and I am about to go into a secret club, one, that is apparently not marked on any maps or listed on the Internet. I am on a hen weekend and I have been dancing in a club since about midnight. We have met up with a bunch of people who our hen and her maid of honour know through work or netball or something I can’t remember. Nearly everywhere is kicking out, there are a few places still open but all of them charge a tenner at least to even use the loo.
No one really wants to go to bed yet. We are staying in a hotel in the Lanes area of the city and we are room sharing. I am sharing with a lass called Helen, who I have met once before. When we got to the room we found that the beds were pushed together and not the ‘twin’ room that we had expected. Helen looks at me and tells me rather matter of factly that she ‘doesn’t like toes’ and makes me promise to sleep with socks on.
Anyway, back to the hen party. We have had a lovely meal, we have then gone to a bar and then a club. At the club we have been joined by loads of other people. One of them a cute guy called Ritchie who no one can quite work out if he is gay or not tells us suddenly that he knows a place that is open until 7am.
Helen immediately asks him without thinking whether or not it is a ‘gay bar’. Ritchie shakes his head and says nope. He lowers his voice (well sort of, we are drunk and everything sounds loud) and tells us that this is a bar that you won’t find advertised anywhere, you won’t find it on the Internet and you certainly won’t find a sign. Who’s coming?
Ten minutes and one bag of chips of later, twelve of us are standing outside a pub three streets away from Brighton Seafront. The pub is shut. Everywhere in this street is shut we curse Ritchie who tells us to shush.
Ritchie stands still and counts the lamp posts and then points to a door in the wall which has a star drawn on it. He knocks and it slowly opens. He shakes hands with the man behind the door and points at the rest of us. The door opens widely.
Within five minutes we are on the dancefloor of what I am going to say now is the greatest club I have ever been in. It has sofas, it perfect velvet cushions, clean toilets, it has three rooms, it had a fish tank that runs from the ceiling to the ground. There is a bar which just sells bottled beer or water and it only take cash. It is full of people who are hugging each other, the music is amazing. I recognise just one song all night – ‘God is A DJ’ by Faithless.
Badger – Sounds like the Mook Bar in Leeds. I love a bit of Faithless particularly ‘Bring My Family Back’.
SWC – I went to a bar like that in Munich. It was underneath a church but it played industrial rock all night and it had ‘sex swing’ hanging from the balcony, I wasn’t supposed to be there I couldn’t sleep and went to a place recommended by the receptionist at the hotel. Insomnia