I’ve been to some dingy places in my lifetime, like the dark abyss that is the Scottish nightlife scene, and I’ve never been to Magaluf or Kavos. But on my trip to Kings Cross last week I was confronted with a scene that could inspire a sequel to Trainspotting or a place where Bear Gryll’s could find his next unnatural challenge.
Coming as an international exchange student from Northern Ireland, let me give you three buzz words about the kind of clubs I have been to at home – cheap, sleazy and small. That said, you can have the best kind of nights there, especially when you put ‘£1′ and ‘shots’ together in one sentence.