Opposite ends of the scale
The high:
The Krazy house, Liverpool (though I'm old enough to remeber when it was called Sloanes). Rock club. No dress code. Lax attitude to drugs. Great music. No fights. Mosh pit. hot teenage girls. Great fucking nights. Always.

The low:
oceana, Milton Keynes. Shithole. Shit music (despite the rock club thing above, I like dance music, just not middle of the road, mass-produced, chart pop with a different beat dance music). I once saw a barman carrying someone's recently-detatched finger in a glass.
(ScousersPet, Thu 9 Apr 2009, 13:28, 3 replies)

Krazy house.
I recently spent the night locked in there.(In my defence I only get to 1urn 18 once)I might elaborate with an answer of my own.

The high point of it is that now my head of 6th form refers to me as "krazy house" and it sounds like I am a Native American tribal chief.

The low point is probably sleeping on that weird black goo stuff that makes the floor like quicksand. Although it makes a deceptively good pillow.
(ste_mc_efc, Thu 9 Apr 2009, 15:08, closed)

Krazy
I shit myself in there when I was 16. About 10 minutes after going in. I sat it out and danced with a shitty arse for the rest of the evening. Didn't pull that night.
(Crayola Oblongata Is it Monday?, Thu 9 Apr 2009, 16:19, closed)

Really?
Do you really see the Krazy House as a high point? I can't stand the place.. but it could be worse, it could be Pleasure Rooms!
At least you can sometimes get some half-decent music at the K!
(ILikeBoobs, Sun 12 Apr 2009, 1:04, closed)