Looking ahead to Monday, our dear Martin spotted these fortuitous words in The Times... by some "things aint what they used to be in my day" moaner...
"Anyone that has seen the charred carnage — and there really is no other word for it — escaping from underneath the numerous arches in Vauxhall at midday on Monday, after a full weekend’s tortuous excess at the pummelling gay clubs, will surely agree that it looks and sounds very much like where Dante put the sodomites in his vision of hell. It looks nothing like Bianca on a white horse, or a young David Bowie and Amanda Lear, posing by the velvet rope for the cameras. Maniacal nightclubs are horrid, period. And that, alas, is where rave culture, Studio 54’s direct legacy, took us."
Read the full thing here...
