Another day in the life of the Donors.
So we are chilling at the hotel on Saturday evening, having a couple of drinks. The prepaid taxi turns up and tells us he knows where he is going. We arrive at the club, head to the entrance and say "Hi we are Dj'ing here tonight" The girl looks at us as a bit confused. She gets on the phone and phones the manager and 5 mins later he turns up. He smiles and leads us into the club.
We couldn't help but notice how much of an effort the clubbers had made, many of them wearing smart shoes, trousers and shirts, it was like being at a photo shoot for the next Kays catalogue! In fact we were feeling slightly underdressed in our high top kicks and T-shirts, but we head to the VIP section anyway to be greeted with a bottle of champagne. As we sip on our champagne I'm thinking to myself, wow! Argy really has changed his music policy, playing funky/commercial house at a Hard Dance night takes some balls.. But it seems to be going down a treat!!
After 25 minutes of drinking champagne and making polite yet somewhat awkward conversation with the manager and the people sitting around in the VIP, it was at that point that I realised ... 'Nobody knows who the FUCK we are!'
I said to the manager "This is Kiddfectious right?"' . He looked at me and said "Kid-what?" and within 30 seconds we were escorted out the back entrance onto the streets!
Turns out the dick head taxi driver has only dropped us at the wrong club! Haha!
So the Moral of the story.. If you want to blag your way into any club and take full advantage of their champagne stacked VIP area.. Just turn up with a record bag and say you are Dj'ing! lol! 
