We got into Adam's Beamer once again, started the stereo pumping, and headed into town... Gusto's Disco Revenge has such a wicked bassline, and this was simply turning heads to say the least as we drove down Ealing. Wink Higher State just rocked - massive bass, and that classic sound of wink which sounded like a siren - cars getting out of the way! Madness. We screeched into the car park, and stepped out - Adam imitating a car alarm locking squeak. We confidently strode down to the lower floor, and then had to wait cos Adam forgot something. Ahem - we still managed to look stylish as we waited, and then continued on to Yate's Wine Bar. With my - erm - military ID, I managed to get in without any problem, and we admired some of the nice ladies, and noticed some of the older generation filling up the upper floor - at which time cheesy "classics" came out of the sound system.

We helped ourselves to drinks, and met up with Trevor "8 women" Nigga. Easily identifiable by his natty cheek dreads - even though I confused him with someone else downstairs...

Adam chatted to the bouncers for a while, and we sat there awaiting the opening of the Boulevard nighterie down the road. 10pm came, and we walked over there - getting in is normally no problem for Mark, but this time we all got ID'd. Not a problem for me of course (cough). Once inside, we strolled over to the - erm - "pimps corner" (a raised set of seats overlooking the rest of the club) - where we sat in our 'leet clothing, and noticed that the club was empty. The place did fill up slightly, mostly with blokes, much to our disappointment - but things did brighten up soon enough. By 11pm the place was looking better - the sound system was just getting going, and there were actually some women in the place - hallelujah!

Mike (Miracle) turned up, so I met him for the first time off the internet! We got some drinks, and decided to head on down to the dancefloor - this was rather sadly my first time in a London club - but I wasn't phased by this... :-) Things were really moving by midnight, the dancers were hot, the bass was funkily, nastily, fat, and the tunes were bangin' house - excellent ;-) We did check out the garage room, but it was packed, and basically a bit crap - so back to the UK hard house we went. We met up with Trevor (yep the 8 women one), and Benson - a black dude with some funky grooves in his dancing - but a complete nutter - funnily enough we met another Benson with similar characteristics on Sunday at the Cafe De Paris - this led to rubbish jokes by me such as "where's Hedges" and "I think they must breed them somewhere - a by-product of cigarette factories" - they seemed funny at 3 am though of course...

Adam was keen to teach me to dance (ahem) - and we frequently joined in sessions of formation dancing (chortle). Mark did manage to pull - and at least got a dance with this 20 year old - but she announced to him that she had a boyfriend (after a kiss of course). We continued into the night, with me occasionally asking Mark when the dancers were getting their tops off (yes this was the most important topic by 2 am). They never did. We did go up to the stage though, and Adam went gaga over one particular gorgeous dancer. He was doing a bit of wheelin' - and some spaced out people occasionally came up to us - security also took some interest in our 'leet activities. But if someone bumped into us - "we was proper dappas" and they were like "Oh sorry mate!!!!". Hahahahaha.

In order to secure out lift, we all had to leave together, and although I was up for staying till 4 am - it was better that we conserved our energy for Sunday! They did play some fantastic tunes that night, and I was definitely up for it. We walked back to the car with Trevor - Mike stayed in the club. Trevor was already talking about his "8 women" and how he was getting "plenty" - in fact his reason for not coming out the next night was apparently because of one of these girls - a trip to the WC for him more likely then. As Mark said: "Feltham? na BATHROOM Trev" ! LMAO!

Trevor was - shall we say, playing with car wing mirrors as we went home, and happened to lose his watch - it landed in the back seat by me and Mark - but were we saying anything? Nah. He still has it - and Trevor stopped being quite so enthusiastic about his "women" once he realised he lost it - awwww.

We called in at London's house (Steven) - and he was sooo pleased when we banged on his door at nearly 4 am - we also called him on the mobile, and gave him a "GOODNIGHT STEVIE" as we passed his flat leaving. How kind and considerate.

That morning, Mark and I hit IRC for a short while, and then the after-party tiredness set in - time for bed - but what a night to start things off.