Club Noir
Easter Sunday isn’t exactly your typical clubbing night, in fact, if it hadn’t been for the flyer being thrust into my hands a few weeks ago I wouldn’t have even thought anything was happening. As a result the turnout for Sunday was quite small with the club only really being a quarter to a third as full as it gets on a typical Friday night. Bad for the organisers, but it did mean the dance floor wasn’t ram packed which was good[ish] for me.
Musically the night wasn’t bad. The DJ’s quickly cycled through the various genres to make sure the dance floor was full [note to the Electric Ballroom: one crappy NiN track does not an industrial set make. That's the second time you've done that 
] and I spent a large proportion of the night on the floor bouncing round like a loon. It didn’t help that there was an exceptionally cute French [I think] girl that I spent most of the night dancing with as he was bouncing around more than I was which resulted in me trying to show off and leaping about more than I usually would. Result is my knees now hurt and I’m still all over. Still, I got a hug from her and from another girl who got some glowsticks off me (I actually got kisses [on the cheeks] as a thank you as I furnished her friends with glowsticks too 
)
The night ended an hour early (mainly as there were only 50 or so people left in the club by 3am) but I had a laugh and I spent another hour or so talking to the people I’d given to glowsticks too outside Camden station before I buggered off to the hostel for a few hours lying in a short bed
Two week break from clubbing now until I head to Rios in Leeds to go to The Darkside with my brother (poor sod doesn’t know what he’s letting himself in for ).
