They all convene at this place, the local Friday night disco, the Pavilion or 'Pivvy': once a grand old theatre for the upper echelons, now a drafty old cavernous wasteland for the hoi polloi. I've seen more blood, puke and tears than anyone should ever have to and I'm back every Friday night to witness more.
Dance. Drink. Fight. Snog.
Music pounds, lager flows, lust grinds a...