The first proper dance club I ever went to was Coast to Coast in Birmingham for a night called Club Safari where Dean Thatcher from Flying records was resident. I can remember that first night clear as day. The D.J flooded the dance floor with sweet tasting dry ice, so you couldn't see your hand in front of your face and when it eventually cleared, there was my mate's girlfriend at the time, dancing with a huge smile on her face. This classic A Man called Adam track sums up the wide eyed optimism of the club...
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