Dancing the Conga to The Supremes
And Other Acts of Lunacy at The Willow, the World’s Greatest (Former) Chinese Restaurant
“I’m convinced nobody actually likes clubs,” wrote Charlie Brooker in one of his brilliant rants for The Guardian. “Why not just stay at home punching yourself in the face? Invite a few friends round and make a night of it. It’ll be more fun than a club.”
I’ve always agreed with Brooker, and never more so than when I started college in England. The appeal of spending money I didn’t have with friends I couldn’t hear in a stuffy, deafening room was lost on me. Of course, that had a lot …
