Alcohol is like the Harlem Globetrotters. It always wins spectacularly.

On Sleepwalk, Glasgow’s legendary Optimo, or to give the club its full name, Optimo (Espacio), takes you out from the subterranean possibilities of the nightclub into some deep, deep, inner space.

My current theory is that when the entire world collapses, and we end up living in shipping containers on some giant barge floating out on the sea, we won’t even mind because we’ll have internet and cool collapsible furniture. It’ll be just like the spaceshipin Wall-E, only with more 700% more disease and machete wielding maniacs. In the meantime, i really want the mobile kitchen.