the england journal- up all (cough) night, at (cough) Fabric

Chapters

-Getting there
-First impressions
-Ah, Manch ester
-Man U - Valencia
-Game on
-On to London
-Art & relics
-Shakespeare reduced, Belushi's gets a wake-up call
-Scams, Hard Rock, & free cheese
-Ciao Bella
-Flowers, mushrooms, slugs & lettuce
-Let it snow, Ice Princess
-Fabric, Yazoo, Frijj
-Euston, we have a problem
-The best half I never saw
-Final thoughts

London

Read my journal entries from Europe here.

Fabric is packed. I've never been to a club so big and crowded (though Polly Esther's 80's room leaves much less room to dance on a weekend). The main dance floor was a gloom of undulating bodies. So much for the popular tunes. This was a temple of hardcore techno overflowing with writhing zombies. Music like this, which extends the same rhythms and tunes out forever, promotes no individuality on the dance floor (not that Britons seem to have much anyway, based on the last couple days), and it showed. We danced and we wandered, and we rested for a bit, and somehow we made it through the entire night.

"This was a temple of hardcore techno overflowing with writhing zombies."

The Flying Finn is cooky, but she's not too different from any other girl when it comes to boys. She'll savor their attention, especially when they're offering cigarettes, but when they're away she'll complain about how nasty they are and how she doesn't want to talk to them.

Fabric summation: too big, too crowded, too hard core. I certainly hope all London clubs aren't like that. I actually had more fun at Belushi's.

Night of dancing over, day just begun. We left Fabric at 6, but Farringdon station didn't open 'til 7. Doh! Thankfully, it had stopped snowing, but it was still pretty cold. There was a 24 hour mart open right across from the station, where a bunch of people were huddled and refueling with food. I had a surprisingly tasty chicken spring roll and a Frijj chocolate drink. Jason stuck with the chocolaty Yahoo-Yoohoo mutation: Yazoo. I think I made the better choice, based on name alone. The Flying Finn went back into her love him/hate him mode, as she was sucked into a one-sided conversation with the "fcuking guy," so called because his loud, non-stop rambling included an obscenity every other word.