Dan Well said.
Funny to hear ol’ baldy speaking so fondly of the Gardening Club (where I cut my raving teeth week in, week out through the early 90s). I’ll never forget him coming on to close at 4am - following a rip snorting couple of sets by the kings of the underground (!), Brandon Block and Jezza Healy - and completely clearing the dancefloor with a self-indulgent 15 minute, beatlesss epic house intro. We all fucked off through that dark, dank passage to the Rock Garden to dance to Rocky and Diesel (the fuck happened to them btw?!).
Halcyon days. If you’d told me then I’d still be doing this on the cusp of 50 I’d have been horrified by my future self. And rightly so.
