FARRINGDON - A place where strip clubs are the order of the day and things go bump in the night. Down a dark street, a dark secret lays hidden. It may be because of general unawareness, or it may be because of it’s name. GHOST - a club like no other. My idea of the sort of place you’d expect to see Vampires lurk in dark corners, their transluscent skin and icey eyes the only things visible through the black cloak that hides them. During the day, a passer by wouldn’t realise what lies behind the dark doors. But by night, lanterns of fire light the entrance and reveal the secret passage to another world.

As I passed through the long passageway, down into the large dark dungeons, I gazed ahead in wonder. Black walls and floors revealed dark deeds, ornate silver candelabras reaching to the ceiling held glowing candles, their wax licking the floor below. Dark leather seating created dark corner alcoves - a place for a type of “glamorous debauchery.”Antique, ornate furnishings splattered the room, bringing to life something of an ancient, magical nature. Crystal chandeliers hung heavy from the dark ceiling. In the far corner, a king size bed draped with black velvet cloth caught my attention. For a moment I thought it odd, only to think a minute later - it was completely fabulous. The sound of dark bass filled my ear drums. As I headed for the bar, I wondered whether blood was the drink of the night or if my mind was playing tricks on me. It was. Maybe I was getting too carried away with my imagination. Just as the thought graced me with its presence, I glanced across the room to find a Magician, dressed in a long black cloak, performing illusions for the folk standing by. Face painters flickered around the room like servents of a strange God. They painted faces with magical lines and patterns that seemed to hold the message “now you belong.”Fire dancers flew around the dancefloor, swinging balls of fire in time to the music. Everything was in sync, everything worked together. It was like magic.

This wasn’t your average club. It was something entirely different. Like nothing I’d ever seen before. There were no “goths”sporting their black leather armour. The people were of a different nature - part normal with a dark secret of some sort, hidden beneath.

This idea of “dark glamour”is new to me. But I grasp it, hold onto it. I like it. Champagne flows freely and black fur boas elegantly adorn womens'shoulders. Sparkles of silver diamonds aim to impress and tall men in dark suits, alone at the bar, scream for my attention.

This is not your average club. If you are bored of normality, head to Ghost for a delightfully evil clubbing extravaganza. But most of all, dress to impress and leave everything to your imagination.

Some exhilarating news before I run, I was speaking to my brother last night and he has just got a great new role at an hr software company. Well done Oliver!