So I went there. I took my loathing and packed it away long enough to hang around till five am at the hottest club in town. I'll admit its been a while since I dived deep into the den of iniquity and had a good poke around. Seemingly it was a lot less ridiculous than I deemed, despite the usual collective of spooks and spoofs.
I can argue why some people consider clubbing to be black holes. You know those terrible voids that suck the life out of the universe. The only entertainment that the Dj could providing me was the predictability with which he put his hands in the air, the music being played was enough to peel wall paper and the audience looked mostly like the living dead.
Despite this alluring environment I attempted to tinker on the dance floor. To my surprise this is where the tyranny took a slight turn. At the front, beyond all the posers and bollards there was a remarkable energy. A pleasing of smiling faces, sweet moving bodies, nice people, good times!
Then it struck me, these were the innocents, the charmed believers, the fuel in the fire of love. Unbiased, unbleached by the toxic taint of to much clubbing they had failed to read the small print which required them to relinquish their soul at the door and had stepped lithely into their night of fantasy.
So I reassessed. Stylish surrounding's imbued with sophisticated technology being operated by clean shaved nice smelling men with smart clothes. Bar staff with sparkling eyes, drinks served in heavy glasses to hot huffy girls and hunky men. It was a paradise of sorts, a pulsating magical palace of pleasure.
But me, I just couldn't ignore the well dressed demon in the corner gently winking at me with his third eye.
