By Smitta Smitten
I calcoolated last weekend dat one is never gonna get a clearer character of a club than in the middle of dry January. See, klubs are like human beingz. In December, clubskis get all dressed up and are kickin like a kambuz nit. As a dyin’ kick in the Tenth parliamentski, one pro-Mututho feller sed Umoja (in some places) has more pubs than houses.