The End, London. Just the fact that it was at its peak when I was at university and all through my 20s, no other club do I have such an attachment to. It was smaller than Fabric, and Turnmills, more intimate and just totally underground, and managed to keep out a lot of idiots and spectators. The memories of the likes of Jeff Mills playing a slamming set in such a relatively small room will stay with me forever. I even saw Coxy there back when I was at uni (so must have been 1999/2000). They also used to host a lot of Circo Loco parties, and the only ones I have ever been to outside DC10 that actually had an electric atmosphere.