On Friday, we kicked off the pre-party routine at SOS, neighbour to one of London’s clubbing mecca, Fabric. Not sure who was at the decks that night but people were queuing as early as 9pm. By the time we finished a few rounds, the queue to Fabric had extended to what I surmise (from personal experience) was a 3-hour wait for the late stragglers.

Later that night, we ventured up north again to the soon-to be-gentrified area of King’s Cross. At The Big Chill, I think we stumbled onto a party for the deaf and/or mute, with about half of the punters communicating in sign language. We then hit Egg, where chewing gum is not allowed, for a little session of electro and dirty house, and a ripping live performance by Viva City.

On Sunday, I was determined to find some Balearic afternoon action in London. I tried the Lockside Lounge and the Lock Tavern in Camden, hoping the Spaniards, Italians and French would swarm the dance floor after zigzagging through the bustling market. Instead, it was a very chill vibe, so I scooted to the East End to my favourite haunts Cafe 1001 and T Bar. Again no luck. I suppose all the party people were at Exit or Ibiza.