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I feel myself literally transported back - right to Liquid Room even. Somehow I keep fixating on that bridge that led from the club seemingly directly to the $3 hot dogs at BP Station - the ones you can stuff full of melty synthetic cheese and chili and relish - and cram right into your sozzled face at 4 in the morning. I remember the endless flow of a lethal version of Long Island Iced Tea (the name escapes me now), which was nothing more than a combination of practically every spirit behind the bar topped with a splash of coke. I remember Cherry and her flailing Herbal Essences hair and Melbourne shuffle which I secretly wished I could do and the little wooden peace symbol pendant she used to wear on a leather thong (around her neck, not up her butt). I remember Brazilian boys, bad '90s leather cuffs, and scuffed Converses, and tube tops, and glittery eyeliner, and Hello Kitty cigarette holders. I remember the alt-bro beard I forced Adrian to grow out, and the way he looked at about 3am, purple around the eyes and bathed in lasers and completely bombed out of his box, and how I absolutely adored him. I remember the utter randomness of patchy conversations with strangers in the club, the hilarity of being 23 on a Saturday night in a world that knew who we were and wanted us there. And then suddenly I'm right there at Home Club when it still used to be Mad Monks, with a ramshackle little wooden platform for the console, and long raised benches along the bar, stumbling over familiar faces in the dark, chain smoking with a vengeance, yes, right there on the cusp of Pop Tart, it really did feel as though a new age was reaching up to embrace us. *We got drunk, fell in love, fell over things, played rock star and groupie, and something nearly changed* Rough Trade - oh how we used to worship at your shrine and keep it safe in our hearts as the beacon of everything good and pure and indie. And now I walk past this place on a regular basis along Brick Lane, and all I can...