Another sign that I am getting old is that I think this is a very reasonable question: "Nightclubs are hell. What's cool or fun about a thumping, sweaty dungeon full of posing idiots?"
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 And since the smoking ban, the masking aroma of cigarette smoke has been replaced by the overbearing stench of crotch sweat and hair wax.
