Omg

Podiums. Poles. Posers. Pop. Everything you expect from a gay night out, it’s pretty standard really.
What to say? Well, there is a cloakroom, thank the Heavens, because it’s super useful to have somewhere to dump your outerwear when it’s minus five degrees outside and you’ve been lugging your thickest coat around with you all night. So yes… dump the coat and it’s time to dance. And dance you will, with the DJ busting out some real floor-​fillers from the cheesiest chart hits to red hot recent releases.
One good thing is that there are places you can actually TALK when you’re not dancing. There are a couple of seated areas, and spaces where the music is just a wee bit quieter, but enough that you can hear people, well, if they shout loud enough. This is nice, I find it really limiting when clubs don’t have anywhere where you can do anything other than dance. A girl needs a break, you know?
The bar is rather well-​stocked and the staff are efficient: never had to queue too long to get served which can be such a relief. I can’t remember the exact pricing, but I think it was pretty similar to other places in the area.
The toilets unfortunately let the place down a little bit. There are only two toilets in the ladies, which is a bad start anyway, but even worse when one of them is out of order. Cue: queue. They’re also pretty miserable… decorated in black from ceiling to the floor with poor lighting so that you can barely see yourself in the mirror. In addition, it’s freezing in there. Pretty sure I could see my breath. Oh and there was no toilet roll, boooo.
Aside from that though, I did actually have a really fun night. When I go back to Bristol I’d quite like to try somewhere else, but I could easily be persuaded to come back to omg.