Might actually be better than I first anticipated, I cut my own hair.
That was the best heckle I ever heard at a gig. Some genius yelled it from the back of The Matrix Club, in Grimsby. I think I was about 15. That place was shite then but it had a certain charm, now it’s just like a council office inside. Beige walls, beige floor, beige bar staff, beige attitudes. It seems to be a prime example of the way drinking in Grimsby has gone in recent years. I remember being about 15/16 in The Melt Bar, which was a fucking dive but very accommodating for underage drinkers. After that there were numerous places to go in ‘top town’. Maybe it was the fact I was so young that made me think it was all so exciting, but to be honest i’m fairly confident saying there were more than two drinking spots back then. Yes, it was incredibly chavvy. Yes, it was incredibly violent. But places like New Lloyds, Musika, Walkabout, LA Cafe and Shooters Bar made me the man I am today (borderline alcoholic and on my third nervous breakdown).
The reason I bring this up is that I had this conversation with someone earlier and realised that the standard options now if one was to venture into Grimsby town centre for a late night drinking session are as follows:
A small boat and an upstairs nightclub about the size of my nans box room.
Now i’m not knocking either of these establishments. I’m just saying, maybe there should be more choice. Anyone fancy going twos on a club? If not, you can find me stood on the riverhead screaming.
“I REMEMBER WHEN THERE USED TO BE NIGHTCLUBS ROUND HERE”
Tonight will be a new chapter in the career of Jon Jones. First he became a champion, tonight he becomes a legend.
It may be raining outside, but perhaps this will lift your spirits. Apparently Bob Marley wrote it.