There are, it seems, three types of song: Those that have been penned by bands large enough to warrant legal teams ordering takedown notices of their songs on YouTube; those that are on YouTube; and those that are so obscure that they’re not even on YouTube. The majority of my music seems to fall into category C, which is, if you consider it, probably a good thing for the wider world as it means I can’t share little ditties such as Drop (a rather fine tune from Modulate on the album Detonation) with everyone else. Personally I think it’s a shame as Drop has formed rather a fitting backing track to today and would be a fine example of just exactly what those coming clubbing after my stag do are letting themselves in for.
There are other tracks on YouTube from the same artist but my boss called as I was doing the necessary prep work (on my walk home, so no, I wasn’t skiving) so instead of walking along, face glued to the phone I was walking along talking to myself (headphone with mic). This could also probably viewed, by the wider world, as a good thing and, instead, I shall leave any investigation of Modulate as a task for the reader.
So as a coda to the stag do, which is handily happening on a Saturday evening in London, I decided I’d go to Slimelight one last time. As previously mentioned this is going to require some planning, but I think I’ve covered all angles.
Getting to London won’t be an issue as I’ll be there already for the stag.
Organisation of people is easy. The Best man has been informed (with YouTube examples) of the type of music, the dress code (there is one, and it’s quite strict) and the fact that this is not part of the official stag do. People can either come, or not. Their choice. I plan to be there all night.
Which leads us to the big question mark. Will I last all night? I’ve got this covered too. Since I now have the body of a professional sportsman1 I’ve moved out of the ‘fat burning zone’ and into the ‘cardio training zone’2 at the gym. Still, even with my training regime general fatigue and tiredness may be my undoing, bedtime is 9pm these days after all. Should the land of nod beckon then there is a hotel room booked where I can crash and die.
Even the problem of will I be needing a train a club chuck out time or hotel checkout time had been solved, although using brute force over ignorance. Booking the train well in advance means it’s l not hugely expensive so I can afford to have seats booked on two trains.
Not quite as simple (or cheap) as when I lived in Colchester but as a one off I think it’s a pretty fool proof plan. Be interesting to see how well it holds out on the day 
1 Darts player
2 No, I don’t have a clue the difference is either, I just assume one makes you thinner quicker and the other helps you get used to going for longer.