18/07/15: Saturday nights in South London, and where else would we be sashaying around other than XXL?
They do say that bigger is better after all. While that may not be true for queues, it certainly is for sound systems. Yeah, like we’ve ever queued for anything but Dean Street Express after Bank Holiday.
But a big fuck-off sound system is a must when you have the XXL residents pumping out tunes bigger than Gemma Collins’ gob. One of the things that always enticed us to the Southbank mega-club – massive mixes, aside – is the number of eligible men.
Well, until they move from the dance floor to the dark room and meet someone that drops their jeans as easily as their door keys. Still though, you’re guaranteed an ego boost from a fit otter at some point in the night.
While we’re not sure what antics (or what bears) were going down in that steamy room at the back of the club, according to one of our braver friends who took plunge – it was getting wilder than Dr. Christian’s on a Sunday afternoon. What’s the old saying, “a sex sling cures all ailments”? And if that doesn’t work, sweat them out (via your disco tits) to old school feel-good beats.
Pulse, 1 Invicta Plaza, Southbank, SE1 7UF
Words by Anthony Gilét
Photos by Joel Ryder
