Last night I witnessed the spectacle of clubbing.
What I ask myself is the point of paying £15 to walk to and from a club in pitch black, whilst being freezing cold and dressed in skimpy dresses and heels, dance for approximately 10 minutes at a time whilst being shoved and pushed about to music blasting through your ears. The funniest spectacle was seeing girls sitting just outside the club texting on their phones as if they were at home anyway.
Seems a waste of time (and money) to me.....
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