“I waited ages in the queue with other clubbers, the bouncer eventually let me in. I went to the toilets and read the free-spirited messages of the Seventies. I admired the amazing outfits in the cloakroom, feeling the party approaching. The dancefloor was wild with dancers moving to the rhythm of disco music. I had a drink at the bar. I turned round and saw a huge mirror ball, before the waiter on rollerskates brushed past me. I made a foray into the boss’ office. I climbed onstage and took over the DJ’s decks. I saw a vinyl recording studio from the lounges where I went to relax, before being thrown out and banned for good."
