Friday, 1 July 2011

Club Licensing

One of the main things I miss since moving back to Shetland is the opportunity to go clubbing at the weekends. And by that, I don’t mean being jostled around a sticky floored late night drinking den full of drunken teenagers with blasting cheesy pop-dance music ringing in my lugs.

By clubbing, I mean going for a civilised drink in a pub with a suitably laidback atmosphere and having a yarn with friends, before heading to a late night establishment staffed by polite door and bar persons to listen to some eclectic music and have a boogie with some like minded people.