It’s 2am and the club is packed with a sea of sweaty, gay men getting their groove on to a Madonna classic - and I’m one of them.Īfter an all-day drinking session, followed by a spot of impromptu karaoke, during which I made friends with a lovely lesbian couple (we bonded over our love of ‘80s power ballads) I’ve ended up at this underground hotspot.
SPEAKERS boom in the darkly lit, smoky room.
