
What little i saw was bad enough.
Best club night I ever went to was Paris '94, at Locomotive, next to the Moulin Rouge. Our mate was DJing. He got us in on the guest list and we were given this little token each. We were told it got us a free drink. My mate and I went to the bar, ordered two V&Ts and gave the booze-wallah the token. He gave the tokens back to us and when was asked why, he said cos you could have as many drinks as you want.
The bar was the next room to the dancefloor, so we could hear the music fine and just stayed in the bar. We drank them out of vodka, then gin, then rum and had started on the whisky when we fell asleep on the bar stools around 7am.
Our DJ mate, Gwar, {who died a couple of years ago after I'd got back in contact with some of my French posse in 2017}, found us in the morning and asked if we'd liked it. Best club night we've ever been to, we replied.
No-one else was in the bar the whole night, so it was just us two and the barman. It was tops.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."