I have only given Thursdays one star because the option to give no stars doesn't exist.
But if anywhere is deserving of no stars it is Thursdays.
It is in the middle of nowhere, you are greeted as you step out of your taxi by lines of children in tight clothing screeching and dancing about, after queuing for about 45 minutes you are allowed to the front, where everyone is required to present photo ID, which is then scanned into a computer database. There is no copy of a data protection policy available and you have no idea what they are doing with this data. The few people in front of me who were allowed in using bank cards should really cancel them now.
For three people the price to enter was £23.75, the two in front of us paid £3.00 to enter, but maybe they had an under 16s discount.
Once you get past the troll on the desk and enter the actual club there is a little more queuing so you can pay them to steal your coat and bag from you, or at least rifle through them when you're not looking.
The drinks are over priced, the champagne is horrid and they will not allow you to actually take custody of the bottle, instead it is left behind the bar and you can go and get a refill, providing the staff remember who you are, and haven't drunk it themselves (and here's a tip, they will).
The music is average and the punters are as rough as you would expect from any episode of Jeremy Kyle.
At one point I had to visit the toilet, lets just say I have now burnt those shoes as I am concerned they will have caught an STD just from the floor.
The security are not only aggressive and violent but also badly dressed and uneducated.
If you are looking for a night out the is a little like Stalinist Russia crossed with an episode of the Inbetweeners then this is the place for you. If you are over 18 and not looking to impregnate a chav with a Croydon facelift then best you try somewhere else. read more