Don't Get Me Started: Save Our Sweatbox Venues!
Henry Yates blows off steam.
I read an infuriating statistic the other day. No, not the one about how many supermodels Mick Hucknall has shagged. Apparently, there are only 88 live music venues left in London. You’re more likely to come across a branch of Nando’s. And it’s only getting worse. It’s like one of those charity ads. A sticky-floored sweatbox closes its doors every time I click my fingers. Click. Click. Click.