The wife was away and i had code to do. Anil had other ideas....

Euston
The intoxicating mix of spices and drifting traffic fumes make up the aroma of Drummond Street. Tucked away behind the jostling frenticism of Euston station, here are a rag-tag selection of Indian eateries. We plumped for the no-nonsense thrills of Diwana: the sauna-like wood panel interior guarantees a short stay, but the vegetarian thali's are second to none.

But the real jewel in the crown is Ambala Sweets. Hotel lobby style decor presenting a naughty selection of sugar rushes. We chose Chocolate Burfi and got high. Tonight Matthew, Anil and I are the Burfi Squad....

Charing Cross
Guest List. Denied! Oh well, it didn't seem to add up anyway; the night at the ICA was called 'This is Our Punk Rock' and consisted of DJ Sets from Four Tet and Plaid. I mean, WTF?

Dalston Kingsland
Where Turks sell vegetables and furniture to each other. Like Lightning Bolt, Duracell's genius cannot be quantified into pixellated words on a screen. Instead look at the above picture and chew on some Bacofoil to achieve the desired effect. Much love to the Adaadat crew.

Farringdon
The cock quotient at Fabric was unusually higher than normal, tourist cunts adorning shades in darkened rooms. Bloated council-estate scum unable to make their bodies move in-time to any form of amplified rhythm. Increased feelings of 'what the fuck am i doing here'. Partly eradicated by the fact that we didn't pay the fifteen quid to get in. It was a military operation for us: get in, find space, dance up against cooler-than-thou japanese girls, leave. All in one hour and thirty-minutes. Natch.

The FuckOff One Soundsystem at Fabric did its job perfectly. Maximising the deep 'n crisp 'n even sounds of the Minus Records crew. Marc Houle teased squiggly data from his array of gadgetry and afterwards DJ Magda jumped between decades as fast she could. From Plastikman's 'Spastik' to Adonis' 'No Way Back' and everything inbetween. It did funny things to Anil and I. He swung like a well-hung baboon and I meandered like a contented cat.

The Burfi Squad: powered by Ambala Sweets.