Goodbye Fiction

Juicelog Fri 020307: Before the vibrant Vauxhall scene that we now have, there once was a nifty club called Fiction which properly introduced the sound of funky house to the gay massive. When I look back at my memories of this place, I always associate this place with summertime. The Cross has always been a firm favourite of mine and attracts a good mixture of ravers. Maybe it’s the tropical feel of the outdoor garden area. Maybe it’s the variety of the small quaint rooms. Maybe it’s the way the security staff closely inspect both your testicles. Whatever it is, it will always be regarded as one of those defining clubs of my generation. It’s the closest thing you can get to the experience Ibiza bop without having to hop onto a plane.

Flocking together from different locations of the London area a few of us gathered to spit and piss on Fiction’s gravestone tonight. It was the seventh but also the last one to be held at The Cross. Without the warm midnight summer evening to entice us out of the indoor area it was more testing to enjoy tonight’s revelry. Nick Bridges rounded off the final set with the very apt Gajdo’s “So Many Times”.