A BIG FRIDAY NIGHT IN… LEICESTER SQUARE!
The great thing about the West End is that it doesn’t really change. Sure, it may be more Guetta than Blu Cantrell in 2012, but the central tenets have altered little in the past ten years: get expensively mashed, grind aggressively on a stranger’s botty-bot, sway uncertainly in a corner for five minutes, get ejected by some grizzly bear in a suit, then take a night bus in the wrong direction for 55 minutes before catching a rape taxi home.
Read about our night out in Leicester Square here.
