Flyer and After Flyer, you have after parties, we have after flyers, from Helloween last year, said party was in Pier One night spot, Dalston, a lovely venue with a welcoming atmosphere and clientele. A bit like a Harvester restaurant but with guns, fighting dogs and hard drugs. It was shut down just when things were getting interesting by the police, who were visibly relieved when they saw we were Guardian reading, middle class Broadway Market types rather than machete wielding bedlamites high on Supermalt and vanilla flavoured blunts. Having cast myself within that description I am moving out of Hackney, changing my job and never wearing tight black jeans and white pointy shoes again. The Libertines have a fuck of a lot to answer for. I should've stayed on the farm.