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The current pre club bar of choice in the town centre. Gigantic barn playing cheesy music to the young and the desperate of Worthing.
The dancefloor at the back is a microcosm of teenage romance. Girls dancing round their handbags while the lads circle like sharks.
Dress Code: It doesn't matter if you're so drunk you can't stand up.
Written Mar 25, 2004
Address: Chapel Road
A series of baffling name changes fail to disguise what is normally regarded as Worthings worst big nightclub.
It's terrible on Mondays when they play nothing but 80's music and have cheap beer ,and it's terrible Thursday to Saturday when you pay progressivley higher prices for the same beer.
White trainered townies trying to pull the few girls who haven't had the life sucked out of them from too many failed relaitonships ,predatory single mums , squads of pyscho's from the surrounding one horse towns its all here.
Generally the place for people who are too scruffy/pschotic to get in anywhere else , as you queque you can watch the boy racers circle in their souped up hatchbacks and wonder what the hell you're doing here.
Dress Code: I don't think they allow tracksuits.
Written Mar 25, 2004
Nightclub formerly known as Rutherfords ( Rubberheads) ,actually going here used to be socially embarassing to the extent that people would make vague references to " going over the road " instead of mentioning the name.
Overpriced and being on the end of the pier subject to hair-do wrecking combinations of sea and spray it 's only really any good in summer when you can have a beer and look out over the Channel ,and wonder if they have crap nightclubs in France too.
Have recently turned the upstairs bar into an Urban music room , which just makes it worse.
Dress Code: No trainers on Saturday , no brain welcomed at all other times.
Written Feb 13, 2004
Address: Worthing Pier
Formerly the Q club and with good reason , now called the Liquid Lounge.
Queue up for a hour to get in , queue to put your coat in , queue for a drink and then you have to queue to go from one room to another. Finally you have to queue up for an hour to get your coat back again.
I don't know why i keep ending up here , i know what it's going to be like.
Highlights of recent visits include a guy bottling himself , my dreaded ex girlfriend and a particulary pony christmas eve.
Dress Code: The bouncers favorite joke is to say " its white trainers only " ,but you should get away with anything.
Written Feb 12, 2004
Address: Chatsworth Road