It’s Getting More Tricky To Have Fun In London

Posted on October 7, 2010

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Having fun in London is more tricky than I remember it being a few years ago.

I spent my undergraduate years in Hull, a city which gets a lot of stick. It is fair to say there are many pros and cons to living there, but whilst studying, the student night-life was incredible.

It was so easy to plan, or leave nights totally unplanned. Bars and clubs had a relaxed atmosphere where you could act and dress however you like. Instead of a long haul on the underground, sat in a crowded carriage full of commuters and unable to speak to one another due to the noise, five of us could hop in a cheap taxi and be in town ten minutes later.

In London there is the added pressure of having to plan routes, calculate costs and navigate the wide selection of clubs, bars and pubs – avoiding lengthy queue’s if possible.

I would estimate that only 50percent of my London club nights out have

a) gone to plan.

b) resulted in fun.

For instance, I once arrived outside a club in a Barbie pink limosine as part of a birthday girl’s retinue. She had arranged this night out for weeks and knew a VIP inside the club.

We were refused entry because the boy/girl ratio of our little group was not to the bouncer’s satisfaction. This was not a one-off.

It almost feels like you have to pass a test every time you want to have fun.

No Male Friends

If you happen to have mainly male friends, then you are punished. “No” Lord Bouncer says, “It is against the rules to socialize within a mainly male friendship group.”

Oh, thanks very much. I think we need to start waving and burning our boxers guys.

The discrimination does not stop there. Once you meet the gender proportion target, the ticket pricing smacks blokes in the face – with a glove made of money.

Cheaper entry

Again, for reasons known only unto those of the trench-coat wearers, women are generally given cheaper entry to clubs than men. Are they suggesting women are not capable of raising the funds to spend that extra £5 on the night? Or is it a fine for pumping testosterone around your body?

So, once you have got your night off to a truly dreadful start, passing through the magical, sexist, neon gates, it is time for fate to decide whether it was all worth it or not.

Check List

We all construct a check-list in our minds to be filled out the following morning – to decide whether or not we had a good time.

There is the drinking factor – calculating the difficult equation with variables x (money spent), y (do I like being drunk?) and z (did I make a fool of myself?). With the all important v for Vacant (if you drank so much you have no memory of the night’s events).

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