11.15pm The queue outside the Paradise Factory stretches all the way down the street . Inside, we find pumping eurohouse on the main floor and trashy pop in the middle bar. Someone gives us some amyl nitrate. We crack it open and float up the stairs towards The Loft, the notorious upper bar where men are men and women are bored. Especially by us
11.53pm Try to interview a foxy 19-year-old girl, but all she wants to do is dance. Some feller slaps a 'Hug me please' sticker on my chest. Take another blast of poppers. Dance with a bloke in a dress. Life is great
12.10am Fireworks light up the sky as we drive out of the city. Manchester you made us feel might real! Liverpool, here we come...