
Last week WithWood went out disco dancing in Leith, which resulted in a mixed review:
Ocean terminal is a strange venue in which to trip the light fantastic, entering a club via escalator and queuing up besides Starbucks is an odd way to get the party started, especially since no espressos were available mid queue.
We’d already seen Felix in the same venue a couple of weeks prior and that was a rip-roaring success, as a result we decided to make a blanket assumption that all other nights would follow the prescription.
The Annie Mac night was a little bit annoying, which either means I am becoming less tolerable of mankind or not preparing thoroughly to become tolerable before putting on my dancing shoes.
Issues were as follows:
- The queue took approximately 3 days, even though tickets were pre-booked;
- Average age in the dance hall was 17;
- Drinks spilt as a result of arrogant dancers/pushers amounted to 3;
- The music was too quiet and then at one point non-existent.
Redeeming features:
- FakeBlood;
- The participating crowd WithWood;
- Proximity to the flat.
A lot of the signs seem to tie in with me getting older – trouble hearing, revelling in the short distance home and complaints about the ill mannered youths of today.
I need to go out again and re-assess my perspective.
For a more detailed analysis of the night, please refer to the following:
Posted by Gary Wood 







