Tbh night clubs are not what they were. They survive on special events that cost them £1000s to put on. Its sad really. I know of the Casino in Wigan as early as the 70s. Hacienda in Manchester, Angels in Burnley and Carlos II that were all 80ss. Never went. I had Monroes, Maximes, Wigan Pier and the like. All dingy but rammed every week. All gone now. Burnley, which is the nearest town to me is almost all bordered up. Looks ugly.
Se a story about an old Mansfield club that burnt down last month. Was that it. Didn't name the club though.
Not heard about that It was called Renaissance so maybe it was the first one of those in the country rather than just the first club of its kind Edit: sounds like it here... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Renaissance_(club) Renaissance is a British electronic dance music club brand and record label. Renaissance was started by Geoff Oakes at Venue 44 in Mansfield, England in 1992. Renaissance was Geoff Oakes' antidote to the sci-fi imagery and dressed down clubbers of the 'rave' scene.[1]
That's 1992. The Wigan Casino was playing Northern Soul in the 70s and house music was breaking into clubs in the late 80s so its certainly not the right one. In clubbing's peak, full complexes, used to be filled to capacity, 5000+. And those were just the legal ones Wish I was old enough to have experienced that. My club life was good enough and I have some great memories but just a few years before it was at its peak.
This is Skrtel in a nutshell - he'll f*ck up a lot but will do a couple of good challenges to help mask it. The good thing now is that he doesn't have Johnson and Lovren next to him as scapegoats so everyone can now actually see how poor he is. Cannot wait for him to finally leave the club - ridiculous that we gave him a new contract in the summer.
Never seen the point in night clubs. Loud crappy music. Over priced drinks. You come out smelling like an ash tray from all the cigarette smoke. I know men go there to pick up girls but I always found it easier to pick girls up in places where they could hear I have an English accent. They can't hear my accent in a night club.
Maybe 50 years ago When I was 18 it was the last year you could smoke in a pub. In clubs now you come out smelling of spilt alcohol, sweat, after shave, and if you're lucky, tuna
i'm much older than really old then as my first pint in a pub cost the grand total of 29p (being a cheapskate i was in the bar not the "Lounge" where it was an extortionate 30p) so yeah very easy to get pissed on a tenner. I actually swore i'd stop drinking if beer ever became 50p a pint. The best though was the Iranian revolution as a brewery sold off cans of lager destined for there at 4p a can . People were turning up to parties with crates of the stuff
I can beat you Solid My first night out was with my brother in law when I was just 17, we went with two of his mates to play snooker in a working mens club. The bitter was 25p/pint (Vauxe's) and I was pissed after 4 pints £1.00
Shall we do the whole of the 4 yorkshireman sketch or just leave it at that to be fair the pub wasn't to chuffed when i was seriously pissed one night nearly 3 years later - particularly when they found out it was because i was celebrating my 18th
Nobody can legislate for injuries, and although I take the piss out of Origi (given the chance) he must have something about him to get in the Belgium squad (they're not short of strikers). You will be fine in the striking department, midfield I am not so sure.
