Purple E3, aka the dodgiest club on the planet. Located at the crossroads between zones e3 and e1 on Mile End Road, Purple offers evenings of relatively cheap drinks to the tune of chart and hip-hop tracks. As the name might lead you to believe the club itself is clad almost entirely in purple that after a while begins to give you a headache. The bar staff and bouncers are some of the least friendly people I’ve met and the clientele consists of students and local rude-boys — never a particularly good match. I went once and it was awful, two of my friends were threatened and another had a drink thrown over them. We stayed just long enough to see a fight break out in one corner. Musically and visually it leaves you dissapointed and the atmosphere is pretty terminal. Not one I’d reccomend.