The number of nightclubs in the UK has almost halved in the last 10 years. According to the Association of Licensed Multiple Retailers, in 2005 there were 3,144 but last year, there were only 1,733.
Things are bad and they're not going to get any better. That's generally how you feel at fifteen. That was the year my mum
The majority of people know there's more to Ibiza. Yet media scaremongering leads us to believe we shouldn't visit destinations like the White Isle due to its club culture.
For most women, being groped or hearing sexist and threatening comments in a nightclub is simply an unpleasant norm. How
I get asked a lot why I still go to nightclubs even though I'm 35 and attached. Er, for the music, of course. I've never been one to view a night out as anything other than a chance to experience a vibe, and get excited about musical trends and the ongoing expansion of dance music, in its many forms.
A nightclub in Windsor has sparked controversy this week after tweeting a photo of a semi-naked and apparently unconscious
No stay in Goa would be complete without a trip to Club Cubana, situated between Baga and Anjuna in the Arpora Hill. Dubbed the 'night club in the sky', the climb to the top is well worth it as its picturesque views are equalled by its hedonistic atmosphere.
Whenever I arrive at a bar or nightclub and I see security, I always feel like I have ran a mile in the rain with a rucksack full of books to make a train, only to be told that when I sit down breathless and drowning in my own sweat that there are leaves on the track. I think it can be established that there are three types of nightclub bouncers...
Why you wearing sunglasses in 'ere for"?.. "Oi mate! where's the sun?" I get asked these type of questions by randoms every time I've got my sunglasses on in a nightclub. So, for all those who want to know, Here are my 10 reasons for why I wear sunglasses at night.
Inherently, nightlife and where to find a good party has always been a priority of students. The happiness one can achieve from standing in a room listening to FatBoy Slim's successor, whilst having others sweat hit them in the face like the satchel of a londoner running for the tube, is dubious if anything.