Once upon a time there was a pretty cool nightclub. It was quite a swanky place. It had its regulars, drop ins and lurkers. It was open to everyone 24 hours 7 days a week. But one day the owners decided that the management wasn’t that important so management organised a mutiny. They closed the main dance floor and kept the VIP area open but still that wasn’t enough. So they closed the place baracading themselves in. Some patrons were confused as to why they weren’t allowed access anymore. Where’s everybody gone? Where do I go now?
Then some bright spark said “I know a place. Follow me”. Now this new place wasn’t as flash as the last (I think it was an old factory in the back streets of the industrial area in Footscray) but it was free and it was safe. At first a few trickled in to have a look around. Then word got around and more and more turned up. The old lurkers turned up to cause a stir but generally everyone’s been happy to have a regular place to meet again.
P.s.There’s always that dodgy looking guy in the corner with a leather jacket on chewing his gum and selling shit.
Firstly, I don’t have a leather jacket yet still feel somewhat triggered hahah
Secondly - this reminds me so much of an actual club called Club UK which was on… I want to say Russel St? I can’t quite remember what happened to bring it down, but it was the best. Then it wasn’t there anymore and it fucking hurt.
But this time around the dodgy factory that we shacked up in existed compared with well, an empty void.
And thirdly - I freaking love this as the narrative for this place. Well written!
Once upon a time there was a pretty cool nightclub. It was quite a swanky place. It had its regulars, drop ins and lurkers. It was open to everyone 24 hours 7 days a week. But one day the owners decided that the management wasn’t that important so management organised a mutiny. They closed the main dance floor and kept the VIP area open but still that wasn’t enough. So they closed the place baracading themselves in. Some patrons were confused as to why they weren’t allowed access anymore. Where’s everybody gone? Where do I go now?
Then some bright spark said “I know a place. Follow me”. Now this new place wasn’t as flash as the last (I think it was an old factory in the back streets of the industrial area in Footscray) but it was free and it was safe. At first a few trickled in to have a look around. Then word got around and more and more turned up. The old lurkers turned up to cause a stir but generally everyone’s been happy to have a regular place to meet again.
P.s.There’s always that dodgy looking guy in the corner with a leather jacket on chewing his gum and selling shit.
anyone want to buy an ipod nano
Haha. Back in my day there was a lot of shaking hands with people you only knew by first name.
I get you. I’m just glad we found a new home for now.
Me too. And I’m thankful for the people who made it possible.
Firstly, I don’t have a leather jacket yet still feel somewhat triggered hahah
Secondly - this reminds me so much of an actual club called Club UK which was on… I want to say Russel St? I can’t quite remember what happened to bring it down, but it was the best. Then it wasn’t there anymore and it fucking hurt. But this time around the dodgy factory that we shacked up in existed compared with well, an empty void.
And thirdly - I freaking love this as the narrative for this place. Well written!