Richard Dawson
Growing up a few years younger than Jodie, I was on the far periphery of London and many of the clubs mentioned. I merely saw the heavily airbrushed Room Service photos on Facebook, heard the news of the Astoria being bulldozed, and listened to my brother’s stories of visiting Madame Jojo's in the 90s. Reading this made me nostalgic for a London I never really knew.
I felt a rising dread as the nights out got longer and the drug binges wilder. The narrative shifts from the innocence of early days dancing to Dannii Minogue, culminating in a story of self-realisation and a redefined relationship with clubbing and substances.
Highly recommended for an account of a long-gone Soho, ideally read while listening to a soundtrack of Fischerspooner, Justice, and MGMT.
Growing up a few years younger than Jodie, I was on the far periphery of London and many of the clubs mentioned. I merely saw the heavily airbrushed Room Service photos on Facebook, heard the news of the Astoria being bulldozed, and listened to my brother’s stories of visiting Madame Jojo's in the 90s. Reading this made me nostalgic for a London I never really knew.
I felt a rising dread as the nights out got longer and the drug binges wilder. The narrative shifts from the innocence of early days dancing to Dannii Minogue, culminating in a story of self-realisation and a redefined relationship with clubbing and substances.
Highly recommended for an account of a long-gone Soho, ideally read while listening to a soundtrack of Fischerspooner, Justice, and MGMT.