PAUL NEWELL: A night out wasn’t complete if it didn’t end with a bacon roll
I enjoyed going clubbing and there was so much more choice in the 1990s. In the early days we would head to the seafront to Peggy Sue’s and dance to anthems such as Ride on Time and Back to Life by Soul to Soul. On a Monday we went to student night at 5th Avenue and on one infamous occasion there was five of us lined up along the edge of the stage, perfectly choreographed to Take That’s Relight My Fire. No wonder we were single. I was sober when I ventured into Joanna’s for the one and only time and don’t remember how or why we ended up in Club China Town next to the Queen’s hotel.