They say shit always kicks off in the early hours of the morning, and while the club at the South Alaska was pretty respectable, couldn’t be anything but with Zoltan on the door (no one would argue with him for long, even if they were drunk) we still had our fair share of fights and scuffles.
Between one and two a whole host of the lesser clubs shut down, which leads on a Saturday night at least, to more late walk-ins of the sorts of people who mightn’t usually grace our doors. Often you’d get