Phew! The weekends are getting quite messy with two nights in a row at Mosh. Reminds me of when I was clubbing five nights a week years ago… I’d get in, fall asleep, wake and then shower all the dirt and cigarette stench off me before heading out again. Back then, it was the Blue Note and The Wherehouse that I’d alternate around, plus The Dial, of course. Strange to think that I’m back in The Wherehouse again now, albeit with a new name and considerable cleansing (er, the venue that is – I have the same name and am as grubby as ever).
Clicky the piccy for the snaps!