Cake snaps at Club Lesley, August 17th
by Lemon Tart
When I was a teen growing up near Stroud, I used to go to its one and only club: Club Splash. Let’s just say that Radio One once nominated it for the club with the stickiest floor in Britain award. Somehow. Seriously.
So that was the level of my teenage dancin and romancin experiences.
Club Lesley is a little different. Let’s compare.
CLUB SPLASH: the village vicar’s son repeatedly pervs on you. Week after week. You went on an ill-advised date in the local leisure centre park once and he can’t move on.
CLUB LESLEY: The Gossip are casually having a cider.
CLUB SPLASH: The local radio DJ announces each song. EG. “Here’s the Crazy Frog with his SMASH HIT single – this one’s well LUSH.“
CLUB LESLEY: Bringing all your Azealia Banks/ Kate Bush remix wet dreams to actual life.
CLUB SPLASH: High point of the night: your friend throws up after too many WKDs and you walk through fields to get home, with the smell of said sick constantly hanging over you.
CLUB LESLEY: High point of the night: your friend throws up after too many WKDs and you walk through London streets to get home, with the smell of said sick constantly hanging over you. OH.
Anyway, here are some pics by Egle Trezzi