Creation

The formula for Creation is roughly this: enter appalled at the boring music, company and atmosphere. Proceed to down untold quantities of cheap alcohol just to try and get yourself going. Indulge in the kind of evening which would make you teetotal if anyone was cruel enough to film you. We've all been to clubs like this –usually on a work night – and we've all sworn never to go again. We can only reiterate the logic of this sentiment.

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