The spleen-bursting exhilaration of Damon’s pace is probably enough to push any football-head into trouser-moistening rapture at North London's new MNF. Add to that the ear-pounding and booty-shaking courtesy of yours truly at the After Party and you've got quite a brouhaha on your hands. And praise the gods of internal combustion for that. One fortuitous MNFer and "wingman" (or wingwoman for that matter) will spend the night being barked orders at and perhaps making a few assists. Then you might trot along to the huge Party featuring the turntablist mentioned - plus many cold brews and svelte dancing ladies.provided this week by the Turk…
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