Liquid

Let us paint you a picture: every Saturday night the valley scallies hop on the bus dressed in their very best stripy shirt with white collar and cuffs, complete with ridiculously oversized gold chains, and descend on chav Mecca, Liquid. On visiting this club, you will get into more fights than a traffic warden who's itching to meet the weekly quota. Itchy would rather gnaw off its own arm one tiny mouse nibble at a time than step foot in this chav hellhole. Cross the road and have a drink in The Yard instead, you'll be extremely pleased you did.

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