Date: 6/23/2017
By countingwaves
I remember going on a stag due to New York back in the mid 70's, we came across a litre club which from the outside had no potential but when we got inside it was full of disco balls, shiny dance floors and funky music. Fortunately we were dressed for the occasion so fitted right in. We danced all night to James brown etc and how can I forget the dance off...which of course I lost!