Many people think Croydon is a dump. And many bits are. Many also think that Croydon is dangerous. Again, they are not far wrong.
Fair enough, you will without fail see at least six fights, police vans line the streets, you have to go throug metal detectors to enter most of the clubs, and many of the other clubbers represent the crudest cross-section of society I have ever encountered (and I have a friend from Romford).
But there is something about Croydon that I am strangely attached to.
If you want a cheap, fun, cheesy night out, Croydon is probably your best bet. There are pubs where you can buy a round of five drinks, and still have change for a tenner (The Goose). There are clubs where you pay a whole £2 to get in. Mojama's is a good laugh. There is a Walkabout. And a very nice new cocktail bar (Svelte). And almost anywhere you can dance like a complete lunatic, and not get a single shocked/scared/disapproving look (the wiganer loves this).
And while many of the people you meet may have complete potty mouths, they are surprisngly friendly. One girl I met was more than happy to indulge in near acrobatic dance moves with despite not knowing her at all. Another didn't seem to mind at all when my wiganer accidentally spun into her. In fact, the opposite - she grabbed her hands and joined in.
Don't get me wrong, after long Croydon does start to drag, but go there once a month and I guarentee you will start to develop this strange love.
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Monday, 5 November 2007
Sunday, 14 October 2007
Infernos
On friday I experienced the joys of Infernos. A black box situated on Clapham High Street, I had been warned of its horrors by all and sundry, and yet curiosity got the better of me and I had to find out for myself.
So my housmate and I (a broad northern lass, from town of pie-eaters, Wigan) decided that in the name of research we would go.
First pleasant surprise was that it was free for girls before 10 (we then realised this was solely an attempt to balance out the massive majority of male clientele, but we did save a tenner).
Next surprise. This nightclub is carpeted.
As my wiganer pointed out "a bit of vomit on tha' and tha'll stink". So true.
Surprise number three. There are fish tanks EVERYWHERE. With real fish!
This we felt merited a photo. And provided a uninterrupted hour of fun. there were big fish and little fish and black fish and blue fish, and my personal favourite, a fish with a moustache.
So anyway. we were in. And despite the seriously bad decor, the carpet and distinct lack of other females, it is not too bad.
We have a little dance to some seriously cheesy music. Then we have a bigger dance. Then the wiganer tells an irishman that his irish dancing is poor, and to learn from her. And before we know it we are having a lovely time.
I'd be missing out a lot of the evening if i didn't admit that there were a lot males that enjoyed following us. But while some of them were downright weird, the majority were actually normal.
we spoke to two army men who had just got back from managing troops in Helmand. I spoke to a whiskey salesman that specialised in whiskey from Islay. And another that worked for vintage publishing house.
All in all, our night in infernos was a good'un. yeah, the music was dominated by 80's and 90's cheese, with the odd bit of rnb thrown in, but it was not too hot, offered sufficient dancing space for the wiganer to throw out some shapes, and is right on our doorstep.
And at the end of all that, we came home having change from a tenner.
So my housmate and I (a broad northern lass, from town of pie-eaters, Wigan) decided that in the name of research we would go.
First pleasant surprise was that it was free for girls before 10 (we then realised this was solely an attempt to balance out the massive majority of male clientele, but we did save a tenner).
Next surprise. This nightclub is carpeted.
As my wiganer pointed out "a bit of vomit on tha' and tha'll stink". So true.
Surprise number three. There are fish tanks EVERYWHERE. With real fish!
This we felt merited a photo. And provided a uninterrupted hour of fun. there were big fish and little fish and black fish and blue fish, and my personal favourite, a fish with a moustache.
So anyway. we were in. And despite the seriously bad decor, the carpet and distinct lack of other females, it is not too bad.
We have a little dance to some seriously cheesy music. Then we have a bigger dance. Then the wiganer tells an irishman that his irish dancing is poor, and to learn from her. And before we know it we are having a lovely time.
I'd be missing out a lot of the evening if i didn't admit that there were a lot males that enjoyed following us. But while some of them were downright weird, the majority were actually normal.
we spoke to two army men who had just got back from managing troops in Helmand. I spoke to a whiskey salesman that specialised in whiskey from Islay. And another that worked for vintage publishing house.
All in all, our night in infernos was a good'un. yeah, the music was dominated by 80's and 90's cheese, with the odd bit of rnb thrown in, but it was not too hot, offered sufficient dancing space for the wiganer to throw out some shapes, and is right on our doorstep.
And at the end of all that, we came home having change from a tenner.
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