Saturday night I experienced the most enjoyable club night of my life. Today I’m feeling the pull of that place and longing for the next big night out, it’s an experience to remember.
We travelled up to London Bridge and made our way to a little pub for a swift one before heading to the club itself, Whirl-Y-Gig. The entrance was quite nondescript and you wouldn’t have known there was a club there at all if it hadn’t been for the banner above the door.
On entering the club the first thing you see is a stall opposite the door selling glo sticks, t-shirts, and providing a UV face painting service. The first room is the chill out room, it’s walls are adorned with colourful hangings and there are comfy seats, sofas and padded benches everywhere. The music is just the stuff from the main room but quieter and more muffled.
Up some steps and there’s a lovely little niche room with a few little café style round tables and chairs, the theme of wall hangings continuing. This little space was a really good place to begin the night with a couple of drinks from the bar.
A couple more steps up and you’re into the main room. The ceiling had two large rounds of material hanging from it that looked a little like the roofs of two bigtops, the walls familiarly covered with sparkly streaks of coloured material. The music had a rave type beat but with very ethnic and hippy style melodies over the top which resulted in people picking either the fast or the slower pace to dance to. I opted for the drifty slower pace and was told I spent a lot of the night with a dreamy smile on my face, twisting and floating to the beat, waving my glo sticks about merrily.
Around the edges of the room were several people with bongo drums, so depending on where you stood you had yet another layer added to the music. In other places were people with poi, and a guy juggling glowing balls. The clothing in that place was brilliantly eclectic. There were ravers in their baggies and little tops, hippie types in gypsy skirts and earthy tones (I opted for this look myself), people in fancy dress, and some D&B style revellers.
I danced that night more than I think I ever have, I must have lost about half a stone in sweat! Everyone was friendly, I hugged so many people and chatted to loads more, so many lovely people!
At the end of the night the music lulled temporarily and everyone sat down on the dance floor. A large parachute was passed over our heads and held at various points by staff members. They started to make waves with it as some lovely chilled out tinkly music began and a soothing light show was played onto the canvas, I could happily have drifted off! Once the light show was over and the chute had been taken away we all drifted into the chill out room to sit, chill to the mellow music, eat water melon and oranges and generally mong out. By this time I was using Dopey John as my PLP, he was a little gem and looked after me for the last couple of hours of the night as it goes.
At about half 7 the club kicked out and we made our way back to Romford. The trains were pretty good and I made it to bed by around 9am. I woke again at half 2 feeling incredibly hot in my stuffy room, and managed to stay awake for the rest of the day, although admittedly I wasn’t much use for anything! Today I still feel a little zoned out, but I’m working away and keeping myself going with some happy hardcore courtesy of youtube. I can’t wait to go back to Whirly!
June 28, 2008 at 5:50 am
sounds like a grand ol time……….sorry I missed it hon!!!