12.45am Things are getting weird. There's a girl doing pirouettes and starjumps on the dancefloor while a couple in a dark corner seem to be shagging . "I suspect there are people who come here for sex," says Paul, their promotions man, "Sort of serial shaggers". So much for the sanity of the Sub Club
1.15am "Don't take pictures of me when I'm off me face!" some twisted-looking loon warns, unaware that the photographer is aiming at the girl behind him. Who wants a photo of a frothing maniac?
1.25am Resident Harri has forced the shaggers and the maniacs to dance to his deep mid-Atlantic house. Got to go though. Still two clubs to get to...
Carl Craig on the Sub Club
"I love the Sub Club, it's like home to me. The guys in Glasgow really know how to have fun. It's definitely the best joint I've played. If I ever had a bad night there, the crowd always made me feel better. In fact, the only bad time I've had there, was when I was nearly decapitated by a razor-sharp 12-inch. Luckily, I had another one in my hotel room."