Go Clubbing

I’ve never been one for nasty meat-market style nightclubs, but I adore dancing and you can’t beat a decent indie or rock club. My induction to these started with Haunted Hangar at the Corn Exchange in Ipswich (others called it the Undertaker Disco or Indie Night or Indie Net, dunno who was right!).

It was the absolute highlight of my month, getting drunk, dancing to Britpop hits, chatting to other indie kids (who knew there were others out there? - we’d been so used to having “Grebo!” yelled at us in Felixstowe!) and having the odd snog.

Ah, the sweet teenage memories!