"Set in the beautiful Kingston Upon Thames - Oceana features 7 themed rooms, and brings together a hideaway of style and fun. " - BA HA HA HA HA HA HA ..... NO!!
The thing is... I may mock Oceana Kingston now, but truthfully this club was pretty much my prime location for nights out between the ages of 17 and 19. With the help of an older friend's passport until I 'came of age' I was able to spend EVERY.SINGLE* Monday and Wednesday there for about 2 years. FABULOUS RIGHT??!!
*Admittedly, there was a brief stint of utter MADNESS in the middle of 6 months in which I (YES I!!!) was banned (YES BANNED!!!) from Oceana Kingston. This hideous injustice came at the hands of a bouncer who accused me of making 'too much noise' at 3am ..... OUTSIDE A CLUB..... when the ENTIRETY of Kingston's youth was also standing around making raucous noise. WHAT.A.PRICK.
NB: Just like the prison system in this country I only served half my sentence. BAM.
Back to the point.
A group of us were out for Corall's 'leaving for Nigeria' party. Having a giggle and a dance and taking an obscene amount of 'super cool' pouty photos sticking our fingers up in a 'trendy' manner.
The night continued into the early hours and towards the end we were having a boogie in the "Venetian Grand Ballroom" - 'The grandeur of the room is complemented and enhanced by state of the art sound and light technology to provide you with a unique dance experience'. - Jokers.
Something happened at this point. A small fight broke out between my friends.... I am still not sure why, but I do believe it was to do with this young lad:
Either way.... the BEEF continued outside 'Oces'........
For once in an argument I was merely the innocent bystander. GO ME.
This rather boring fight - so boring I can't even remember its reasoning - went on for HOURS AND HOURS. It even got to the point that we had missed ALL the Taxis, NO buses were running (Night buses were a rare occurrence at the time)..... and all the chip shops were shut.
This did not stop dear Jemma begging to be gained entry to her favourite garlic sauce joint.
Peering in like a lost puppy.....
Completely stuck in a cold Kingston we had no choice. We quite hideously rang Jemma's poor dad to pick us up.
How embarrassing. A pair of adults can't even find their way home. UGH.
Having said that, I was able to ignore said embarrassment quite happily once snuggled up in the warm leather of Jem's 4X4.
After relatively little sleep, Jem and I decided to go into Camden town.... far too active considering our state. As Jemma soon found out.
The whole train journey into Waterloo Jem was fighting the urge to spew her guts out.... apparently. I
really hadn't noticed, far too concerned with my own POUNDING frontal lobe.
We hopped off the train at Waterloo.. suddenly I see Jem's lanky striped legs BOUNDING towards the nearest pillar, at which point she WRETCHES and VOMITS everywhere!!!
LOVELY STUFF
.....didn't stop her from delving into a nice Camden produced Bolognese though.....
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