KIERAN COPE
A few weeks back, Kieran, Drew, Marc and Duncan had spent a long evening together talking about the end of the world. They sat in a dark, dank corner of the Oceana club, as far from everyone else as they could get. How they’d ended up in such a s**t-hole, none of them were sure. It was Duncan’s leaving do, but no one could remember whose idea it had been to come here. They all denied it. It probably had something to do with the price of booze there, or it might just have been because it was one of the only places left open at that time of night. Whatever the reason, they were determined to see Duncan off in style with the longest session any of them could remember. The chaotic noise inside the club, the bright lights and the mass of writhing, sweat-soaked, predominantly undera
