Clubbing on a Saturday. In the afternoon. With the family

We’re at the door. We can hear the thumping music inside. Our hands are stamped before we can head downstairs to where the action is. A burly man steps up to us and er … offers to help us with our buggy?

Yeah that’s me. Clubbing on a Saturday. In the afternoon. With the family.

You see, that’s the new thing now Roy. Family Raves. Well, there’s been baby discos for ages but ‘family rave’ sounds much better. More illicit. More Manchesterish. Takes me back to my youth. Actually it doesn’t. I never went to anything called a rave until I had two small children. It’s true what they say. They really do expand your horizons.

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