Clubbed to death

Britain is losing its nightclubs. Apparently, the businesses are closing at an alarming rate, down from something like 3.7K to around 1.7K total night clubs country-wide.

This Indy article enumerates some of the potential causes behind millennials not going out.

The statistic from the Association of Licensed Multiple Retailers (ALMR) is a signal not just of the effect of the smoking ban and the imposition of student loans but of a fundamental shift in the way a new generation chooses to spend its entertainment budget.

After a week listening to favourite playlists on Spotify, when friends on Facebook and WhatsApp have looked out so many other attractive weekend adventures that will make far better shots on Instagram, another Friday night at Mystique just doesn’t do it. And, as for pulling, there’s always Tinder.

“Millennials favour experiences over stuff and nightclubs should benefit from that,” says Ramzi Yakob, senior strategist of the digital agency TH_NK. “But Millennials also realise that their time is the scarcest resource they have, so why would they spend their precious time revisiting the same experience every weekend?”

The last club I went to was Popworld (yay!). Personally, I prefer going to or organising parties myself - the convenience and cost factor weighs into that. What about you? Are nightclubs establishments you still frequent, or have you been, like the industry, clubbed to death?

Never been a nightclub person. Prefer going to see a band. But clubs have never done it for me, as it is not my music taste. You pick your favourite band and get lost in a venue for a night, or a field for the weekend. Also if you go to a festival, you can sit on the campsite with mates and just drink and chat shit. In a night club, you nod at each other because you cannot chat as the music is far to loud and pull shapes and feel a bit of dick.

Gigs over clubbing for me any day of the week, but each to their own!

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The last time I went to a club was IKON during my stage (UK) leg over 10 years ago… It was crap! Unless you include for your eyes only as a club, that was ok :wink:

I was rave goat.

Now I am old.

Soon I’ll be grave goat.

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The only reason I ever went to clubs was because they were the only places that sold booze after 11pm. That was why I Used to go to Los Marinos - late licence, no shit music or twats trying to fight you.

with regards to the nightclubs closing down, surely it’s a case of adapt or die

Too expensive to get into a club now, and the music is generally shit, and they’e full of idiots that have no concept of personal space.

Another reason to add to the list of why clubs are dying is 24 hour licenses, pubs can open later so there is now no need to go to a club to be able to drink into the early hours. Most pubs/drinking establishments also have DJs now so you can cut some rug if that is your thang.

Me, I want to go out with my mates and be sociable and have a conversation, can’t do that in a club with blaring musc.

I was a gig and pub person and used to pop off to the local wine bar when the pub shut as they had a later license. Never got into clubbing. As above, couldnt hold a conversation and I was a rubbish dancer. Perhaps now the city centres will not be full of kids smashed out of their skulls in the early hours…

I saw the Title and thought this was another greenpeace protest talking of which

What is a seals favorite drink

Canadian Club of course.

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The last time I went to a nightclub, my son was conceived.

Point of order :- “Canadian Club on the rocks”

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Absolutely amazing song, and when this blares out its proper Matrix La.

Originally posted by @saintbletch

The last time I went to a nightclub, my son was conceived.

While the cat’s away

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Maybe you should have taken your wife with you?

edit: damn you bear!

Oh, very funny, Bear…and very…late?..Goatster.

It was I that impregnated* Lady Bletch of Leamington .

Myself and Rust Cohle of this parish went to an amateur Boxing evening where upon I consumed lots of alcohol. Our group, besuited and suitably oiled, then headed to…Martines(?) in Easteigh to carry on drinking.

Upon arrival I proceeded to throw some shapes on the dance floor. Despite these shapes having never been seen before, I seem to remember a warm glow of approval from the natives.

I arrived home at about 2:30am in a wrecked state, where Lady Bletch of Leamington told me that it was her most fertile time **. So I impregnated her (apparently).

The rest, as they say, is history.

* Or so she says.

** Lady Bletch of Leamington has always been a bit of a romantic.

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