At The End

The Playtime residents played a one-off night at the End on Friday night, which was headlined by the legendary Todd Terry.

It was my first time at the End, which surprised some people; but I have always had bad luck with! I have queued outside and not gotten; and had nights cancelled on me.

The venue is quite nice, but it didn't seem big enough for it's popularity. It was well crowded. Welsh David was the door whore, Grant was on over-drive and Mike was just chilled and funny.

The Playtime crew certainly delivered and I danced in their room for the first couple of hours I was there. I was a bit weirded out, as I was mainly with Albert and he kept disappearing on me and I was alone in a sea of heterosexuality. Unfortunately, there wasn't much talent there, just a lot of short, unattractive men. Some of whom seemed to have mistaken a woman alone for someone that really needs their company.
(Also, if you and your mates make a particular person your target for whatever childish testosterone-fuelled competition you're having, don't think you're the only people in the club that can speak a foreign language. I understood your plotting dumbasses.)

Al disappeared for ages so I went for a wonder and got absorbed into the Todd Terry set on the main floor, which was just brilliant. It was like all three rooms of Fiction rolled into one. It would go from classic house, to funky, to tribal and back again smoothly. I had more incidents with ugly, short men, which was frustrating, but mostly the crowd was pretty good.

David reappeared and we went back to see Grant's set, which we enjoyed and was kicking off; however he left me alone for two minutes. In this time 2 more ugly, short men harrassed me (one of them taking the prize for ugliest and shortest by far and with the ugliest mates) and I was starting to get rather annoyed.

We danced for a bit and then decided to leave. It was a pretty good night, just wish I'd been more intoxicated and that the men had been less stupid.