This does wind me up. We'd been to a few bars last night and could have gone on to a few more, but some housemates (mostly girls) decided they really, really wanted to go to a club. I declined the offer. £15 in, saturday night = town centre full of spanners, expensive taxis, expensive drinks, drenched in sweat and alcopops courtest of some legless tart "not seeing you" ... no thank you!
This is what annoys me about these things the most: precious few people seem to actually like going to dance. Going to a club is basically an excuse for girly faff... waiting for someone, sorting out taxis, queuing for the cloak room for 20 minutes, queuing at the bar for 30 minutes, getting your ridiculously small expensive drink and taking it onto the dancefloor, wiggling slightly for all of the 3 minutes it takes you drink your drink, going to the toilet in pairs (with the inevitable 10 minute queue), then back to the bar, then "looking for someone"... blah blah blah blah blah... but ask someone why they go and they say "I like dancing"!
What?! You spent about 1% of your time dancing! In fact, if you're stood together, without drinks, doing nothing but dancing (it's too loud to talk obviously), it actually starts to feel awkward and it will only be able 4 minutes before someone feels the need to break the social silence by needing a drink/a wee/to find someone else.
All of this whilst you're in a sweaty, grimey environment surrounded by the sort of people you would usually cross the street to avoid.
Great fun
