Dedicated to pleasure @ Ghetto

I didn't post yesterday as I was recovering from a late night clubbing session in the 'hottest club in London', Ghetto. For anyone who doesn't know, Ghetto is a trashy nightclub in Central London. Located in a back alley... part of London's seedy underbelly as we like to call it. We knew it was going to be a good night when one of us managed to be sick before even getting into the club... what a waste of alcohol. The music was as expected... if you like trashy cheese, you'd like the club. We don't bother going to Heaven any more, since they dumped the chill-out space and started playing pretentious dance without a hint of cheese. The highlight (should that be lowlight?) of the evening was probably being mistaken for pornstars. I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not? I think it was our fabulous matching 'dedicated 2 pleasure' t-shirts which led to the confusion. Either that or it was because we were far more heavily drunk than anyone else there. Which brings me to my other point really, when I describe Ghetto as the 'hottest club in London', I mean sweaty-hot, shuffling around in three inches of personal space-hot. It amazes me that anyone could get drunk there, given the pints of alcohol evaporating in sweat. Good job we'd drunk plenty beforehand really. As we stumbled out of the main room for the fourth time to get some much-needed oxygen, my fellow clubber, Trixie, heard some disgusted clubbers pointing at us "Look, there they go again!" I'm glad our fabulous t-shirts turned heads.