London Mid-week Nocturnal Excursion

A day with two of my favourite blonde guy friends and a redhead girl, and London is just another city to conquer. Where the end is near and the best is yet to begin our lives turn our steps to the inner corners of London town and release us to embark in our mid-week clubbing experience.
First stop was the usually yet still unfamiliar place that is Elysium. Here, one friend was recognized as a certain soap opera star, on which he just smiled and said if only the person had wished harder. I had always liked this place with its sombre lighting and decent bar, and of course the bizarre types of people I can bump myself into in it.
Next stop was a place called Harlem that a friend of mine likes to go to. In this New York scented place we were acquianted with fellow Interpol fans and Leeds United enthusiasts who thought that Rio Ferdinand was a sorry fag who cares to even betray his own mother. A certain Swede came up to us with an idea of where to go next. So, the next place to be relived was an infamous club in SW3 area with tight crowds and expensive drinks. We got through them with ease with a friend establishing connection with a footballer from one of the city's clubs, ensuring his way to a lot of other nocturnal experience yet to come.
In this club we ended our nights with people from the magazine, some yet-to-be acknowledged footballers, and folks affiliated in the business. The mid week clubbing turned out to be quite a solemn experience afterall.