London was a different place pre 2008 - that really was the end of an era (and beginning of a new one which in my view hasn't really started yet).
The last Trade at Turnmills is the best night/morning/day I've ever had in this city.
Trade ran rings around all of those. It was a milestone in dance music history - London's Paradise Garage in gay terms.it was never as good as the key, the end or fabric (in its heyday)
Johnny come lately clubs compared to Turnmills those Olly. Tom the head door bod was English, Nico was South African, can't remember what the Scouser (I think) who really ran the security from the back office was called.it was never as good as the key, the end or fabric (in its heyday) but I liked that backroom with the low drapes off the ceiling and the faith parties there were pretty amazing.
the staff were a bunch of numpties (ex-Serb paramilitaries I believe) - apart from the old cleaner/glass collector (must've been in his 70s) who used to walk around with earplugs and a massive grin on his face
I used to get quite lost and could never find people!I really liked the long labyrinth-like dance floors which snaked around the club with the same music in each.
It started off small and kept expanding in different directions, by the end it was ridiculously big.
Aaah - very sad.