Uncategorized, Writing

The 90s Clubber’s lament

Last night I was drivin through Gantshill the Essex/East London roundabout where I grew up and I noticed that Faces Nightclub was all boarded up in wooden armour.

I may have been a rock girl but I spent some proper good nights in Faces. For the first time in a long time, a poem started to stir around inside….. and today I finished it….its rusty but I love it – it’s not just for Faces though, it’s for The Island Ilford, 5th Avenue, The Forum Cardiff – all those spots where we used to dance that aren’t there anymore.

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