I remember shitting my arse out in many a club when I was boshing bangers every week.
The worst part being that many clubs had missing toilet doors. I wasn’t sure if they had been bashed in and nobody ever bothered to replace them or they were removed on purpose to stop people doing beak in there. Anyway, lobbing out a trout under those conditions didn’t make for a great start to the night, although the whoosh when you strode out into Trisco - Muzak or Red Shift - Descender on a Mitsi Turbo made the initial bleakness thoroughly worthwhile.
