I get asked a lot why I still go to nightclubs even though I'm 35 and attached. Er, for the music, of course. I've never been one to view a night out as anything other than a chance to experience a vibe, and get excited about musical trends and the ongoing expansion of dance music, in its many forms.
Whenever I arrive at a bar or nightclub and I see security, I always feel like I have ran a mile in the rain with a rucksack full of books to make a train, only to be told that when I sit down breathless and drowning in my own sweat that there are leaves on the track. I think it can be established that there are three types of nightclub bouncers...
Inherently, nightlife and where to find a good party has always been a priority of students. The happiness one can achieve from standing in a room listening to FatBoy Slim's successor, whilst having others sweat hit them in the face like the satchel of a londoner running for the tube, is dubious if anything.
The idea that fur is springing into fashion again is absurd, even though that's the line the fur trade has tried to sell to reporters for more than a decade. You may see more fur on the catwalk, but that's because fur is so cheap that furriers have resorted to paying designers to use it. Its presence on the catwalk does not reflect what people are wearing on the high street.
I'd been to foam parties before, but when my friend Ginger Luke said that he and his boyfriend were heading to a naked foam party in London I was intrigued. 'It's a lot of fun and above all the music is great!' he said. Ginger Luke is a connoisseur of good gay pop that you can dance to - he knows his music.
Although haunts like Blitz, Billy's, Hell and Saint Moritz might not have passed for traditional gay clubs they certainly embraced, if not driven by, gay sensibilities. This, in turn, allowed the macho boys to dress up as matinee idols and beatniks, Edwardian gentlemen and Gaucho lovers without having to worry about getting their perfectly pomaded hair messed up in a brawl.