Ahhh, clubbing, good times and good memories.
Although, what I really really fucking hate about pretty much every club that exists is what I refer to as 'the clearing on the rainforest floor'. Blokes have their space, make some room and proceed to dance/display like absolute twats, hoping they'll end up taking some slapper home for the evening. Testosterone causes violence!
There's only one room, in one club that I've ever seen absolutely everyone just totally fucking lose themselves to the music and have an awesome time......Room 2, Fabric, London.
Last time I was there, I entered room 2, was approched by a dealer within 10 seconds, taken my pill, sat down with a bottle of water and then, 15 minutes later, proceeded to go totally mental along with the rest of the room!
Someone wants to get onto the higer areas around the side, they climb over you. You want some space, people actually give it to you. With a system that shakes the other three rooms in the club to bits, and absolutely no hang-ups or serious dress code, it's the most awesome club I've ever been in.......I even spotted packs of chewing gum dotted around various areas. Anyone that's ever done a pill knows that the three most important things when on 'e' are music, water and chewing gum!!