We had VIP tickets to this nightclub as part of a hen weekend package....dear God...where to begin...we arrived just before 11am on Saturday night. First impression was "how can I get out of going in there" . Bouncers looked like grumpy car park attendants. You have to go downstairs as you go in. It smelled awful of urine and bleach. I was holding my nose. Hand was stamped by equally grumpy attendant. We stepped inside and the average age of the clientele was about 14. We lasted approximately one minute. It would have been less but I was rooted to the spot through the trauma of it all. A quick dash through the urine and bleach stinking stairs and I was back to civilisation... Two days later and the ink from the stamp on my hand is fading (after much scrubbing)..the memory will hopefully fade quickly soon...shudder
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