I hate scallies

Sounds like an ideal sort of thing. Clubs are great when there's a chilled, not overcrowded, vibe and some great sounds pumping out. That said, a club with good door staff should be able to operate without any trouble and still be safe.

Some of the clubs in Exeter aren't particularly desirable due to the neanderthals on the door who are just out for an excuse to kick people in (see most clubs down on the Quay) but Timepiece, Arena and the Cavern all have good doormen and no trouble!

The novely of clubbing can wear off very quickly. Once or twice a month is good, we normally end up in Timepiece but that's cool because there's a bar downstairs as well as the club so there's choice!

The Cavern has a great club night though that I'm sure is going to be frequented a lot more when I move into Exeter! Trash City is probably the best club night Exeter's had in years.

 

Pardon my ignorance AT but it is over two decades since I left the Uni and I live in the south.

What are 'scallies'?

 

lol hiya, its nothing much to do with your age, its a word used mainly up north. A scally is supposed to a person of Irish descent living in Liverpool. (usualy a council estate or rough area).

This website describes what a scally is:

www.scallycentral.com

 

I've not been a student for 7 years now, and I STILL refuse to dress up to go out (well, I *can* dress up, but I don't). I can't see why I can't wear combats and Acupuncture trainer-boots and still be served in a decent pub; a scumsucking neanderthal is a bootboy troublemaker whether he's in ripped jeans or a (probably stolen) Armani suit. It's your attitude that counts, not how you dress - time the pubs started realising that.

If I wanted to wear a tie and trousers I'd stay in work all night thanks...

What really cracks me up though is that most of these scallies/townies/chavs/whathaveyou have no problem driving round in a car that's worth less than my shirt, and said car has a stereo that's worth more than my entire hifi, and yet insist on drinking cheap beer in ridiculous quantities.

I feel sorry for the poor sods who have to clean up after a booze night...