There is Murder On The Dance Floor - The Night Club is the Victim

Is this going to be anti-night club propaganda? No it’s not. What it is going to be, is an open discussion about the survival rate of night clubs, because it’s beginning to look terminal.

Now, from what I can gather, pre-2020 the club scene was where it was at, it properly embodied the early 2000s, Rhianna “Please Don’t Stop the Music” and every girl wore 15inch heels (sarcasm, but I'd say someone out there did). If, for some strange reason you don’t know what happened in 2020, you’ve probably suffered some amnesia, we all had to stay inside for a year because of this thing called COVID. Now I was 13 when we went into the first lockdown so as you can imagine I had never stepped near a nightclub, let alone had a sip of alcohol.

Cuts to four and a half years later and I have gone to university. Now first year Eva was a FEIND for the club, I was in Limelight every single Thursday, plus Kremlin the odd time, even tried my hand at Thompsons (scary I know). I loved it, I loved hitting the floor, I loved dancing with my friends, and loved meeting the side characters you meet on a night out. Then I went into second year, and I will be completely honest, it did not hit the same, not even really in the slightest. I don’t know if I had just got it out of my system, if clubbing had changed or maybe I am too old at the ripe age of 20, but this is meant to be my prime right?

I voiced these opinions to my housemates and we all agreed we would go out in the Cathedral Quarter on a Thursday night and we would try the Thirsty Goat - £10 cocktails, and live music, count me in. Needless to say I had quite literally the best night ever, I drank, I danced, I sang AND I could hear what everyone was actually saying which was nice. But what made it different to a night club? Honestly I don’t know and I may never know. I think it was because it felt more spaced out, and there was no pressure to hit the floor, I could sit and yap and have good conversation instead of smiling and laughing, pretending I heard what the other person said.

This all sparked, because last week I revisited the Thirsty Goat and had again, the best night, to the point I woke up the next morning to my throat feeling sore because I sang so hard. I ended the night with a Wok - a - Moley (if you know you know), it felt nice, nobody wandered off, nobody got fed up half way through and all was good.

Now don’t get me wrong, I have since hit the club and had good nights. I met my boyfriend in the club (how early 2000s of us) so it is definitely not all bad. The poor club has done nothing wrong, I think I’ve just changed my mind of how I see nights out and clubbing. I love a pub crawl, I love sitting and having my west coast cooler (which most night club don’t sell!!!!) and be able to chat with my friends and laugh so hard my tummy hurts. It also doubles as a lovely date night to just be able and sit and chat over a drink (I say this, I have no idea what psychos are having a date at the club).

Maybe I am old, maybe I am ready to end my relationship with the club, a very one sided, yet respectable break up.

Let me know what you think and I’ll see you in the next one.

Eva :)