YOU’RE NOT GETTING INTO BERGHAIN LOOKING LIKE THAT

My Swedish cultural friends at Nuda Paper have sent me on a mission, to give them a rundown of the most SICKENING and not so SICKENING clubs in Berlin. Of course, where else do begin but the big B, Berghain. A line whose queue is full of stragglers, all black everythings and cheap fishnets. After I disclose the real secrets of entry to the city’s most infamous cultural institution I’ll take you to SUICIDE club, where random bavarians mix with tourists from North Carolina. Later I climb a fence to show you the naughty and impossibly raunchy KitKat club, and tell you the REAL reason why it’s called KitKat (hint: it’s a chocolate bar).I finish off at two more clubs, but I can’t tell you all their names now can I ;)