That’s that then...the Bosuns Locker has closed. Saturday night saw local celeb Nigel Waller open the doors to one of the worlds stickiest, dirtiest, smelliest and hottest venues for the last time. I’ve had the pleasure to see the club scrape its way through various guises, from chart teen disco, through indie band hangout, through ‘Zetan Spore’ twisted hardcore mess, to funky breaks and beats for a more mature audience. One thing that has remained constant of course is the host, Nigel made the Bosuns and will always be the Bosuns, he is genuinely worried that he will now become lonely, old and forgotten but I’m sure he has made more friends over the past decade and a half then anybody else here hanging off the end of England.

Laura and I had a bloody great time on Saturday, it was where we met and got together so it seemed appropriate to recreate some of the events of that amazing evening 6 years ago..(almost to the day) The order of the night was wine drinking, some dancing, some piss taking, some more wine drinking, some chatting, some dancing again, some falling off of the bar, some pole dancing, some more piss taking and some snogging.

Sunday was spent lying on the sofas watching Lewis Hamilton win his first F1 race...fantastic and then a whole load of Star Wars action...more of this to come soon.


Thank-you again Nigel for all the amazing times. Club 2k this weekend then?