Well, as the young people would say; O.M.G.
I went clubbing at the weekend for probably the first time in 10 years and now I thoroughly remember why I have stayed away so long. The place itself was not really very much different from how they used to look - big dance floor in the middle, bar on either side, smug DJ in the booth etc - and neither has the goings on at these places totally changed…But what is enjoyable again about queuing up for half an hour to buy a drink for £7.50?? Or about having your arse felt by chancey teenagers trying their luck on the dance floor? I guess in a vodka-fuelled haze it all seemed quite entertaining to relive my mis-spent youth. Perhaps my view has been coloured by what happened the next day - literally the mother, father and grandparents of all hangovers. I honestly cannot remember a time when I have been more ill…even the thought of any food passing my lips until it was at least 7 in the evening was a tormenting and retch-inducing experience.
I may still enjoy the dancing, but I’m thinking very seriously of putting my drinking days firmly behind me. Probably.