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After a long Sweaty Saturday night, firstly watching Embrace at Brixton, I decided to further my action by embarking on one of London's Hottest Clubs...Fabric! After 6 funpacked Pat Sharp hours of inhabiting their Dancefloor, many gurns, rowdy fat southerners and bouncers getting their money's worth, the lights came on, morning was upon me, it was now Sunday!Heading up above ground and reaching the street, I could here birds singing amongst the random red double decker's which were strewn up along the street. Taxi's ready to take punter's home and random aeroplanes dotting the skyline with traveller’s travelling afar! But, for me, it was back down, to the Underground, that's where I belonged on that morning!Negotiating a Bench and some swaying people that decorated the Victorian styled station I came to rest. I sat with George, parallel to two young men and bunned up. Friendly faces and a disarming character led me to offer out my wealth. With a gleeful hand and some southern slang nonsense he reached out and accepted. Chatting away we missed our stop, bother we did not! For in one direction a train leads it must go back.An island afterall we are on…Legendary...Futures ............................................................ ............................................................ ........................................... Home | Browse | Search | Invite | Film | Mail | Blog | Favorites | Forum | Groups | Events | Videos | Music | Comedy | ClassifiedsCLICK HERE TO GET A NEW CURSOR!