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Theres no doubt about it, I’m back in England. My hangover resembles that of a vodka redbull fuelled evening. After a few days of recovering from my Ibiza haze, I ended up back in my local nightclub last night – Smack. Oh sorry I’d better explain that - I haven’t suddenly started talking about hard drug nicknames – no, no. That IS its name – or at least that’s what it says on the doors.
They take the pleasure of serving all their drinks in little white plastic cups, sound familiar? Please do tell me if they do this anywhere else. They’re good for the whole crack down on drunk violence thing, but bad for actually being able to drink your vodbull poison without the cup getting squashed in your hand by a passer by.
It makes it very difficult to count how many drinks you actually drank and how many exploded in your hand before getting to your lips!
The dance floor was kind of like an angry mosh pit last night, lots of boys jumping around and throwing themselves headfirst into their associates. I think this was due to the odd selection of music coming from the DJ box.
One minute it was Kings of Leon and the next it was Chase&Status, I think it was making everyone confused and causing them to thrash their heads around. Was it rock, pop, dubstep? Not to mention the fidgety minimal stuff. Who knew!
When I ventured out for some ‘fresh air’ I found my friend slurring at a bouncer and arguing that he should be let back in. Quote: “I’ve spent thousands of pounds in this establishment! My drinking habit is single handedly keeping it running!”. Not sure that’s the best way to get back into a nightclub, but kudos for managing to construct the sentence.
Now, I fear I may only be highlighting the fact that ‘our generation are a bunch of raving binge drinkers.’ But my good friend makes a valid point. We spend thousands of pounds going clubbing and, economically, maybe that’s not such a bad thing.
Someone’s got to keep it going right? Even if it does mean embracing plastic cups. Don’t worry Gordy – we’ve got it covered!
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Emma this place sounds like a treat! hahaha u poor thing
ur friends a legend! Did he get back in?
Thanks Dana, no unfortunately my friend didn’t get back in! Was probably a good thing
ure mate sounds similar to wat mine did on our stag hol! doesnt matter how hard u try get back in once ur out game over! think bouncers get a bit too serious with that sometimes
Plastic cups sound very familiar! great post
spend a fair bit going clubbing, you only live once
bargaining with bouncers never works! good that he tried though
this nightclub’s called smack? ha that’s funny
i tend to hang back when the dance floors all sweaty and crowded like that, brave of u to go in!
good post
I dread to think how much money i’ve spent on clubbing in my lifetime! The clubs must be lapping it up, we could moan and complain about the costs of it all but at the end of the day thats what the weekends are for, if I didn’t have bars and clubs to go to on a saturday night i’d get bored pretty quickly, don’t plan on stopping anytime soon either.
This place sounds like a place near me called Fuse…Horrible!
I love nothing more than having my drink thrown down me by rude twats!
there should be laws against it!
where is this smack place? defo need to get down there!
Hi Mike, you can find that out by texting CLUBHUNT to 60777, thanks for the comments everyone!
hhaaha vodbulls. did u get the shakes in the morning? amazing.