Juicelog Sun 160308: Forcing ourselves out of bed, me and Pudz arrived at Gurnmills mid morning for the last ever Trade. As expected Turnmills was swamped with toilet queues stretching out to deli counter lengths and clubbers struggling to remain sweat free. It was a robust reminder to the ravers why Trade once was the daddy of all afterhours. Keeping things light, we kept our consumption levels low in order to retain a little something for reminiscing purposes.
Disappointed with the lite lounge we slipped away before the final record and wrestled our way into Andrews flat for Chillout Numero Uno. Whittling down the numbers we then slinged it down to Darrens squared for Chillout Numéro Deux.
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