On Anon - Piccadilly Circus

My brain as only just recovered from last night. I was graciously invited to MissCass' BDay celebrations.
So I finally got to meet some BO people.
Piccadilly was cram packed with ppl. Tourists fighting for the best picture taking spots and Londoners pushing and shoving just to get to where they are partying for the night. After meeting ppl in Burger King, we then joined the queue for On Anon. I had looked on their website a few days before had. Being me, I made sure that I memorised the map that they provided on their site. Which way the roads ran and all the road names. Pity I didn't learn to do that when I was still in school... I might actually have a real job by now... BUT, beeg but, I wouldn't be living and traveling in the greatest city in the world - yawn - how boring would that be? So we entered On Anon after a picture of the Queen was handed over totaling £10. CRAZY ARSE PPL CHARGING SO MUCH TO GET IN!!! So was is worth it? Well the night was, not too sure about the club thou. This Durbanite is used to space and freedom to dance how ever. Being England and every where is pressed for space, we were fighting the whole night, dishing out elbows and getting them back in return. But the more you drink the less the pain becomes. And it doesn't hurt to be out with a little pack of dynamite that lights up and steps into the action to protect you when ever she sees shit is about to start or you're not getting as good a time for your 10 Queens that you should've *wink*
I actually thought the layout of the club was pretty cool.
Basement - toilets and cloakroom, £1 per item... I say "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!" you charge me 10 to get in and 1 per coat, if only I knew how to box, now you can see why my £6.50 per hour doesn't go anywhere!!! Never the less.
1st Floor - lounge area, a bar and tv's with flickering flames on them. Very mellow, a place I know a few friends would start off for like 3 hours before hand, have some muchies... *whistles* You know who you are...
2nd Floor - the real BO place, buzzing bar, chairs and tables in lounges off a teeny tiny dance floor, I reckon it only held 50 ppl. Hip Hop, pop and commercial music. As well as the spot for the night.
3rd Floor - another bar and dance floor. The floor to be if you are looking to get a work out and burn some calories with house, club, dance and electro music.

Our spot for the night was a spot next to the DJ's booth with a table for drinks, a table for empty glasses and a few chairs. As with all nights when you stay in one place, you make friends with your neighbours, which is what all good BO's should do... And we did. The tequilas came and went down and water was a no no drink after 1pm when the BDay girl showed up 3 hours late... *shakes head* 3 extra hours in a hotel room, I can only think what was going down...
We danced, drank and rested in between, sharing the one chair that wasn't taken. Now the whole time you're looking at your watch, knowing the club is closing at 3am. WHAT THE HELL?!?! And I thought London was supposed to know how to party. Ag shame the staff need to sleep... Stuff that! you work in a club, you sleep during the day damnit!!!
So how do they get you out of the club? Start by switching the lights on so that you can see what that girl really looks like that you've been perving over all night, I reckon that gets rid of a lotta guys pretty fast. Then stop the music so you can hear just how drunk that guy is that you've been perving over all night is, and bang a whole lotta chicks leave. Then close the bars so that the groups that where there just for themselves and a good time leave. But wait there are still ppl like us left, trying to figure out the next plan of action and if it's viable. How do you get rid of us? Send the bouncers to shout "Alright, that's it, lets all make our way downstairs time to leave". Does that work? To a certain degree, coz we got a BDay girl who choons - we'll be there just now. Eish *laughs* 15 mins in the queue to get your coat - if you didn't leave it in the car that is *wink* and next thing you know it we're in the street, looking for cabs, bus stops and giving goodbyes.
All in all a wicked first night out in London doing the full party on thing. Tx ladies, much obliged, nah wrong word - the pleasure was all mine, and a few guys too I'm sure *wink*
I was really shocked at how many ppl there were at the bus stop, it's like all the clubs simply empty and viola the buses are loaded...

It's something else thou, crossing the roads in Piccadilly Circus and knowing that this city is your home, it's beautiful. The building are inspirational. You've just gotta stop and take it in, thinking about the villages that were here before the buildings, the first cars that drove on cobble stone roads and the wars that nearly crumbled everything. The history just washes over you, filling you with this feeling of ... WOW.
I'm sure the experience is different for every person that first moves into London and what they are there/here for, for me I feel privileged.

Simply that.