London's hottest club is Magnus! Located above the ruined remains of the old Milbank prison, this place has everything. Worms, Tea, Your coworker who like, now that you think of it seems really different lately? And Moetry.
its that thing where Martin Blackwood reads you his poetry.
Yes yes yes yes yes, if you’re looking for something low-key, London's hottest club is Tundra.
Located on a separate plane of existence, this place has everything. Fog, Sailors, Rusty shipping containers, and Big Man he's a Big Boy Man.
Its that thing where Peter Lukas takes off his jacket to reveal his undershirt and YEETS you overboard. Hmmmm something a little different. Yes, yes yes yes yes.
If you're looking to go absolutely insane, London's hottest club is IS THAT A HALLWAY?
Located behind that door that you were like, pretty sure wasn't there yesterday? This club answers the age old question "Oh god, oh god where am I?"
This club has everything. Real estate agents, twinks with knife hands, a guy walking his dog who realizes he's late for dinner, and oh look, is that Michael Shelley? No, that’s Tim and Martin running through the same hallway for the 8th time
