During my undergrad days, Sankey’s was touted as The Place To Go on a night out. If you were serious about House Music (yes, yes I definitely am), this was your sanctuary.
|Unfortunately, during my initial time at university, I was a bit of a Shrinking Violet (hard to believe, I know), and I didn’t really end up with the type of flatmates I actually got on with (or even liked, tbh). It was a self-perpetuating cycle: not going out because I didn’t have many good friends; not having many good friends because I didn’t go out. I finally decided to do something about my miserable predicament in my mid-twenties (more on this in another post), and started exploring the awesome city I’d lived in for Ten Damn Years.
I found some friends (in the office – who says it’s all work and no play?) who did want to go on a proper night out, and so we embarked on an adventure.
Now in my uni days, it wasn’t the case that I never went out, it was more that I went to the safe, pedestrian venues that all the other preppy clones were going to. There was plenty of bad behaviour and fun to seek out, but it was in a controlled environment, never straying too far from the interests and venues of the predetermined middle-class student experience. I craved more, but didn’t have the boldness to go out and get it.
In my thirties, the opportunity for adventure aligned with my spirit for novelty, and I joined the heaving, sweating masses at Da Club. Most of the patrons are younger than me, but there is a substantial minority of thirty-somethings trying to capture that last flush of youth prior to middle-aged spread.
But there is one Universal Truth:
In the club environment, there are exactly two topics of conversation. Due to the fleeting nature of our interactions, and the audibility of nothing except some dirty beats, brevity is essential. These talking points are:
- “Have you got any drugs?”
- “Do you fancy a f%&k?”
And that is it. No great philosophical debates to be found here – save these for the pub or the after-party. But it actually suits me as a clubber in my thirties – in my more naïve and non-confrontational guise, I had a severe aversion to the word “no”. In some respects, it gave me some incredible experiences, in others it led me to some icky and dangerous places. But now, at this time of my life, I just want to go and dance, and coexist in indifference with my fellow humans. No, I don’t have any drugs, and no, I’m not going back to yours. I’m just here to dance.