Oh god no.
I'm not a big fan of clubs, and pubs are good for a place to go for a few beers with friends and maybe see people you've not seen for a while or meet new folk. All my best nights have been gigs, dinner parties or gatherings at people's houses where I don't have to listen to a fucking jukebox, a cheesy DJ or generic shit house music, put up with unreasonable, drunk cunts fighting and puking, people who love themselves, women who glow orange and corrupt cabbies.

I think I've just always been old.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Fri 20 May 2011, 16:59, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

but..but..
skanky rock/indie clubs ftw
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Fri 20 May 2011, 17:02, Reply)

Oh ok, I really used to like Bar Central in MK, full of proper, mostly-normal people dressed like they'd covered themselves in superglue and rampaged through a series of progressively more-unusual charity shops
and I learned a lot about music at those nights, and people. Like the huge guy with a face full of shrapnel, leather from top to toe who spoke like Joe Pasquale.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Fri 20 May 2011, 17:07, Reply)

now that place sounds cool

( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Fri 20 May 2011, 17:08, Reply)

It closed a few years back unfortunately, it's also where
this story started.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Fri 20 May 2011, 17:11, Reply)