For those of you who don't know me, I'm in London for a month with my partner Billy. We're here to get married. He's been keeping a wedding diary. Before you ask,  I'm not starting this blog just because Billy has...I'm starting it because he hasn't been keeping up and we've been doing so much! I think the last thing he wrote was before we had our first night clubbing in London and that's nearly two weeks ago.


So I'll start there. At 5am on Sunday morning. The alarm went off on my phone and  we fell out of bed.   It was pitch black outside. 30 minutes later four of us were standing at a bus stop watching a bus pull away. Unbelievably, it was too full to take on passengers. Where was everyone going at 5.30am? I felt like a tourist. What a strange city...By 6.30 we were queuing outside the club and by 7 we were inside and our winter clothing was safely in the coatcheck.



Beyond has moved since my days in London to a club called Area. To me it looks pretty much like the old Crash, but it's a few doors down - still under the arches of the railway bridge in Vauxhall. One main dance floor and 2 smaller ones. The main dance floor plays more commercial electro house with deejays like Steve Pitron  and the other two offer alternatives.


Well I had a ball. Although it took me a while to get into gear, I really enjoyed myself. The main dance floor was fun. People were friendly and mindful of body space but the music often veered off into diva land (although mdmes Madonna, Maria and Gaga were notably absent from the playlist - what a fucking relief!).


The music I most enjoyed was in the chapel. Ariel from the old DTPM was there, spinning some magic and a coupla other fellas. I was in a dream. Hours of songs and my hackles didn't rise once. It's hard to describe to people in KL how limited and dull the music on the gay scene there is. It's all they know. If you can't see, you can't imagine colours. It's a closed musical loop between deejays and young clubbers which never progresses or grows. Beyond  for me it was like seeing in colour again. If I ever win the lottery I will personally invite all the gay promoters and deejays on an all expenses paid trip to London clubland.


Around 11am we went to Later. This surpassed Beyond. I danced till 4pm when, sadly, we had to go home - not because the club was ending, it had many hours to go, but because our host Andrew was feeling poorly.




The best part of the night was the honeymoon feeling. Billy was in top form - smiling, teasing, glowing, looking like a mischievous imp. We caught so many people's eye, attracted so many positive comments. When you're happy you become like a little focus of light and people are drawn to you and the group you're in.


I didn't mention the drugs did I? That's because such things are unmentionable and anyway you shouldn't ask!