Palais, The

Corporate clubbing for the masses. Not my scene but then again I'm neither a rug–chested–cheese merchant nor a shag–starved slapper – debatable – Ed –. Most of you will either have been to the Palais or somewhere similar before, and if you're into swaggering around to commercial dance music whilst getting utterly mullered, and are of an 'if it moves, shag it' mentality, then you'll be going back regardless of what I say. What, even with your buckled shoes, chino's, pink shirts, boob tubes etc etc.

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