One day, back in the day I went Nightclubing because I was a prick, blacked out and danced to Wham on tables. One of those moments where you are conquering the world one alco-pop and line of ket at a time. You want it all and the world is within your grasp but you somehow end up in the back of a riot van being interrogated by the fuzz after subsequent beratings by middle-aged Karens' drunk on cheap wine intent on interrupting arguments with your girlfriend.
What follows is said story documented by a cheap and nasty bedroom piece of junk masquerading as music:
https://soundcloud.com/turnbull-ac/nightclubbing