I’m not sure how many of us can truly say we ‘remember’ our initiation into the nightclub scene, but a lot of us would agree that we found the chaotic atmosphere of pumping fists and paralytic aggression a lot more intimidating than we do now. The city awash with scrapping dudes and sloppy gals at 3am is certainly an eye opener and when you’ve missed the nightrider and lost your phone the daunting sensation of your first-time comes flooding back.