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Am I weird if I don't like to go clubbing?
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Cinema, films at home, pubs, bars, clubs, socs, house parties, gigs etc etc... they are all different forms of socialising! People are going to enjoy different activities more/less as we are all individual and different. Personally, it depends on what mood I'm in.. sometimes I'm feeling more mellow, therefore a pub is good... at other times I feel the need to let off some steam, therefore clubbing is good.
In defence of 'clubbing'... it helps if you don't take yourself too seriously
. I have no idea whether I'm a good or bad dancer but it's more the idea of dancing that makes it fun - you are willing to have a laugh and make a bit of a fool of yourself... but that doesn't really matter as your mates are all doing the same thing. I can't say I'm a real 'clubber' though - I'm no fan of the Walkabouts, Oceana's etc. etc. but if you find a nice studenty place with cheap drinks and a good atmosphere with preferably cheesy music then I'm happy!
In defence of 'clubbing'... it helps if you don't take yourself too seriously
. I have no idea whether I'm a good or bad dancer but it's more the idea of dancing that makes it fun - you are willing to have a laugh and make a bit of a fool of yourself... but that doesn't really matter as your mates are all doing the same thing. I can't say I'm a real 'clubber' though - I'm no fan of the Walkabouts, Oceana's etc. etc. but if you find a nice studenty place with cheap drinks and a good atmosphere with preferably cheesy music then I'm happy!
lol charlie brookers article:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2007/aug/13/fashion.comment
I went to a fashionable London nightclub on Saturday. Not the sort of sentence I get to write very often, because I enjoy nightclubs less than I enjoy eating wool. But a glamorous friend of mine was there to "do a PA", and she'd invited me and some curious friends along because we wanted to see precisely what "doing a PA" consists of. Turns out doing a public appearance largely entails sitting around drinking free champagne and generally just "being there".
Obviously, at 36, I was more than a decade older than almost everyone else, and subsequently may as well have been smeared head to toe with pus. People regarded me with a combination of pity and disgust. To complete the circuit, I spent the night wearing the expression of a man waking up to Christmas in a prison cell.
"I'm too old to enjoy this," I thought. And then remembered I've always felt this way about clubs. And I mean all clubs - from the cheesiest downmarket sickbucket to the coolest cutting-edge hark-at-us poncehole. I hated them when I was 19 and I hate them today. I just don't have to pretend any more.
I'm convinced no one actually likes clubs. It's a conspiracy. We've been told they're cool and fun; that only "saddoes" dislike them. And no one in our pathetic little pre-apocalyptic timebubble wants to be labelled "sad" - it's like being officially declared worthless by the state. So we muster a grin and go out on the town in our millions.
Clubs are despicable. Cramped, overpriced furnaces with sticky walls and the latest idiot theme tunes thumping through the humid air so loud you can't hold a conversation, just bellow inanities at megaphone-level. And since the smoking ban, the masking aroma of cigarette smoke has been replaced by the overbearing stench of crotch sweat and hair wax.
Clubs are such insufferable dungeons of misery, the inmates have to take mood-altering substances to make their ordeal seem halfway tolerable. This leads them to believe they "enjoy" clubbing. They don't. No one does. They just enjoy drugs.
Drugs render location meaningless. Neck enough ketamine and you could have the best night of your life squatting in a shed rolling corks across the floor. And no one's going to search you on the way in. Why bother with clubs?
"Because you might get a shag," is the usual response. Really? If that's the only way you can find a partner - preening and jigging about like a desperate animal - you shouldn't be attempting to breed in the first place. What's your next trick? Inventing fire? People like you are going to spin civilisation into reverse. You're a moron, and so is that haircut you're trying to impress. Any offspring you eventually blast out should be drowned in a pan before they can do any harm. Or open any more nightclubs.
Even if you somehow avoid reproducing, isn't it a lot of hard work for very little reward? Seven hours hopping about in a hellish, reverberating bunker in exchange for sharing 64 febrile, panting pelvic thrusts with someone who'll snore and dribble into your pillow till 11 o'clock in the morning, before waking up beside you with their hair in a mess, blinking like a dizzy cat and smelling vaguely like a ham baguette? Really, why bother? Why not just stay at home punching yourself in the face? Invite a few friends round and make a night of it. It'll be more fun than a club.
Anyway, back to Saturday night, and apart from the age gap, two other things stuck me. Firstly, everyone had clearly spent far too long perfecting their appearance. I used to feel intimidated by people like this; now I see them as walking insecurity beacons, slaves to the perceived judgment of others, trapped within a self- perpetuating circle of crushing status anxiety. I'd still secretly like to be them, of course, but at least these days I can temporarily erect a veneer of defensive, sneering superiority. I've progressed that far.
The second thing that struck me was frightening. They were all photographing themselves. In fact, that's all they seemed to be doing. Standing around in expensive clothes, snapping away with phones and cameras. One pose after another, as though they needed to prove their own existence, right there, in the moment. Crucially, this seemed to be the reason they were there in the first place. There was very little dancing. Just pouting and flashbulbs.
Surely this is a new development. Clubs have always been vapid and awful and boring and blah - but I can't remember clubbers documenting their every moment before. Not to this demented extent. It's not enough to pretend you're having fun in the club any more - you've got to pretend you're having fun in your Flickr gallery, and your friends' Flickr galleries. An unending exhibition in which a million terrified, try-too-hard imbeciles attempt to out-cool each other.
Mind you, since in about 20 years' time these same people will be standing waist-deep in skeletons, in an arid post-nuclear wasteland, clubbing each other to death in a fight for the last remaining glass of water, perhaps they're wise to enjoy these carefree moments while they last. Even if they're only pretending.
· This week Charlie shook his head in tearful dismay at Sally Morgan: Star Psychic on ITV1: "If the TV networks want to 'regain trust with the viewer', why gleefully promote the kind of bogus supernatural ******** a stunned foetus could see through?" He watched the preview trailer for the second part of R Kelly's Trapped in the Closet: "I'm impatiently counting the seconds."
but yeh I can't imagine many intelligent people reducing themselves to becoming animals in a room of bo and booze. I think its more for the types who want to live in the 'moment' as we learn in sociology which links this mindset to the stereotypically working classes who are not used to studying hard and having fun later in life (a middle class trait ie becoming a doctor).
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2007/aug/13/fashion.comment
I went to a fashionable London nightclub on Saturday. Not the sort of sentence I get to write very often, because I enjoy nightclubs less than I enjoy eating wool. But a glamorous friend of mine was there to "do a PA", and she'd invited me and some curious friends along because we wanted to see precisely what "doing a PA" consists of. Turns out doing a public appearance largely entails sitting around drinking free champagne and generally just "being there".
Obviously, at 36, I was more than a decade older than almost everyone else, and subsequently may as well have been smeared head to toe with pus. People regarded me with a combination of pity and disgust. To complete the circuit, I spent the night wearing the expression of a man waking up to Christmas in a prison cell.
"I'm too old to enjoy this," I thought. And then remembered I've always felt this way about clubs. And I mean all clubs - from the cheesiest downmarket sickbucket to the coolest cutting-edge hark-at-us poncehole. I hated them when I was 19 and I hate them today. I just don't have to pretend any more.
I'm convinced no one actually likes clubs. It's a conspiracy. We've been told they're cool and fun; that only "saddoes" dislike them. And no one in our pathetic little pre-apocalyptic timebubble wants to be labelled "sad" - it's like being officially declared worthless by the state. So we muster a grin and go out on the town in our millions.
Clubs are despicable. Cramped, overpriced furnaces with sticky walls and the latest idiot theme tunes thumping through the humid air so loud you can't hold a conversation, just bellow inanities at megaphone-level. And since the smoking ban, the masking aroma of cigarette smoke has been replaced by the overbearing stench of crotch sweat and hair wax.
Clubs are such insufferable dungeons of misery, the inmates have to take mood-altering substances to make their ordeal seem halfway tolerable. This leads them to believe they "enjoy" clubbing. They don't. No one does. They just enjoy drugs.
Drugs render location meaningless. Neck enough ketamine and you could have the best night of your life squatting in a shed rolling corks across the floor. And no one's going to search you on the way in. Why bother with clubs?
"Because you might get a shag," is the usual response. Really? If that's the only way you can find a partner - preening and jigging about like a desperate animal - you shouldn't be attempting to breed in the first place. What's your next trick? Inventing fire? People like you are going to spin civilisation into reverse. You're a moron, and so is that haircut you're trying to impress. Any offspring you eventually blast out should be drowned in a pan before they can do any harm. Or open any more nightclubs.
Even if you somehow avoid reproducing, isn't it a lot of hard work for very little reward? Seven hours hopping about in a hellish, reverberating bunker in exchange for sharing 64 febrile, panting pelvic thrusts with someone who'll snore and dribble into your pillow till 11 o'clock in the morning, before waking up beside you with their hair in a mess, blinking like a dizzy cat and smelling vaguely like a ham baguette? Really, why bother? Why not just stay at home punching yourself in the face? Invite a few friends round and make a night of it. It'll be more fun than a club.
Anyway, back to Saturday night, and apart from the age gap, two other things stuck me. Firstly, everyone had clearly spent far too long perfecting their appearance. I used to feel intimidated by people like this; now I see them as walking insecurity beacons, slaves to the perceived judgment of others, trapped within a self- perpetuating circle of crushing status anxiety. I'd still secretly like to be them, of course, but at least these days I can temporarily erect a veneer of defensive, sneering superiority. I've progressed that far.
The second thing that struck me was frightening. They were all photographing themselves. In fact, that's all they seemed to be doing. Standing around in expensive clothes, snapping away with phones and cameras. One pose after another, as though they needed to prove their own existence, right there, in the moment. Crucially, this seemed to be the reason they were there in the first place. There was very little dancing. Just pouting and flashbulbs.
Surely this is a new development. Clubs have always been vapid and awful and boring and blah - but I can't remember clubbers documenting their every moment before. Not to this demented extent. It's not enough to pretend you're having fun in the club any more - you've got to pretend you're having fun in your Flickr gallery, and your friends' Flickr galleries. An unending exhibition in which a million terrified, try-too-hard imbeciles attempt to out-cool each other.
Mind you, since in about 20 years' time these same people will be standing waist-deep in skeletons, in an arid post-nuclear wasteland, clubbing each other to death in a fight for the last remaining glass of water, perhaps they're wise to enjoy these carefree moments while they last. Even if they're only pretending.
· This week Charlie shook his head in tearful dismay at Sally Morgan: Star Psychic on ITV1: "If the TV networks want to 'regain trust with the viewer', why gleefully promote the kind of bogus supernatural ******** a stunned foetus could see through?" He watched the preview trailer for the second part of R Kelly's Trapped in the Closet: "I'm impatiently counting the seconds."
but yeh I can't imagine many intelligent people reducing themselves to becoming animals in a room of bo and booze. I think its more for the types who want to live in the 'moment' as we learn in sociology which links this mindset to the stereotypically working classes who are not used to studying hard and having fun later in life (a middle class trait ie becoming a doctor).
I used to always go to regular clubs when I first started going out, now I really ain't that into them tbh. Now it's either the pub or a DnB/Dubstep night where you'll dance cause you want to rather than cause its what everyone does. Occasionally do have a decent night at the 'usual' clubs, but it depends who you go with really.
edit; and Charlie's bang on in that post above, especially about picture taking, I mean ffs, take a couple, but its literally about every 5 minutes with some people.
edit; and Charlie's bang on in that post above, especially about picture taking, I mean ffs, take a couple, but its literally about every 5 minutes with some people.
tinktinktinkerbell
i dont like clubbing either, **** queing up for ages, being charged OTT just to get in and then being charged OTT for a drink in a dingy too loud stuffy place then to wake up the next day either chucking your ring or feeling like ****, **** that!
cinema/meal FTW
cinema/meal FTW
1. If it was too big it would look like noone was there and the point is to get everyone together.
2. Yes the music is loud and usualy people are there because they want to be so are enjoying themselves, singing, dancing and becoming sweaty
3. Noone said you had to drink yourself into a steamboat and then not eat anything causing yourself to be sick
LC_x
1. If it was too big it would look like noone was there and the point is to get everyone together.
2. Yes the music is loud and usualy people are there because they want to be so are enjoying themselves, singing, dancing and becoming sweaty
3. Noone said you had to drink yourself into a steamboat and then not eat anything causing yourself to be sick
2. Yes the music is loud and usualy people are there because they want to be so are enjoying themselves, singing, dancing and becoming sweaty
3. Noone said you had to drink yourself into a steamboat and then not eat anything causing yourself to be sick
i feel **** with booze no matter how much i drink, if i didnt drink i would feel **** through dehydration
clubbing is **** IMO
LC_x
You can get water in clubs which is what i sometimes do if i feel dehydrated
i never pay for bottled water, waste of money
i dont know what you are trying to do here, if you are trying to change my mind or what but its not going to work
tinktinktinkerbell
i never pay for bottled water, waste of money
i dont know what you are trying to do here, if you are trying to change my mind or what but its not going to work
i dont know what you are trying to do here, if you are trying to change my mind or what but its not going to work
Uh, you can get free glasses of tap water... or soft drinks, if you prefer.
RightSaidJames
Uh, you can get free glasses of tap water... or soft drinks, if you prefer.
i dont drink out of glasses when im out, bottles only
tinktinktinkerbell
i never pay for bottled water, waste of money
i dont know what you are trying to do here, if you are trying to change my mind or what but its not going to work
i dont know what you are trying to do here, if you are trying to change my mind or what but its not going to work
No im not trying to change your mind lol. You also dont need to drink to have a good time
I just dont like the fact that some geeks on here are basically calling us who like to go to clubs, alcohol abusers that think we are to "cool" for the cinema. Yes we are just like you and enjoy going to see a film or just going to the pub etc. Stop acting like your to good for clubs. Everyone is entitled to there own opinion but no need to start labelling people.
LC_x
No im not trying to change your mind lol. You also dont need to drink to have a good time
I just dont like the fact that some geeks on here are basically calling us who like to go to clubs, alcohol abusers that think we are to "cool" for the cinema. Yes we are just like you and enjoy going to see a film or just going to the pub etc. Stop acting like your to good for clubs. Everyone is entitled to there own opinion but no need to start labelling people.
I just dont like the fact that some geeks on here are basically calling us who like to go to clubs, alcohol abusers that think we are to "cool" for the cinema. Yes we are just like you and enjoy going to see a film or just going to the pub etc. Stop acting like your to good for clubs. Everyone is entitled to there own opinion but no need to start labelling people.
who the hell did i even label? i didnt call people who go to clubs anything and i dont think im too good for clubs i just dont like them and i have better things that i can spend my money on, thats all
if people what to go to clubs thats upto them, none of my business
yes i know that, 'darling'
tbh it was this that made you think you were talking to me
'Stop acting like your to good for clubs. Everyone is entitled to there own opinion but no need to start labelling people. '
^^
and i love the way you dont like to be labeled yet you will happily call people on here geeks
hypocrite
tbh it was this that made you think you were talking to me
'Stop acting like your to good for clubs. Everyone is entitled to there own opinion but no need to start labelling people. '
^^
and i love the way you dont like to be labeled yet you will happily call people on here geeks
hypocrite
I think youl find before this i also said "I just dont like the fact that some geeks on here are basically calling us who like to go to clubs, alcohol abusers that think we are to "cool" for the cinema. Yes we are just like you and enjoy going to see a film or just going to the pub etc." which shows i am talking about other people and not to you
Im only labeling those who labeled me
Im only labeling those who labeled me
yes and that makes you a hypocrite
Depends on the club. If it's some overrated craphole like Fabric where you have to take out a loan to get in and pay like £85 for a shot glass full of beer and the music is basically some guy playing two iPods at the same time, then no thank you. But there are some decent places out there. To be honest I'm rarely in the mood for clubbing but it can be fun, usually as the end to a pub crawl when I'm already wasted.
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