Oh What a Night!!
"8.15pm – Bar Censsa
Not a bad place to start a night off. The atmosphere was friendly and the drinks were cheap, which is what you care about at the beginning of a night (by the end, who knows how much drinks are?). I was eyeing up the fish in the sea of Bar Censsa, but to no avail, not one item I would even like to try on in this shop plus I don’t think they would have had anything in my size anyway!! However, the above is not the be all and end all in having a good night, it’s who you’re with not who you meet. Following this train of thought it might be a good idea to mention that my experience in Bar Censsa proved to be a memorable one, and I managed to have a decent (and sober!!) conversation with my pal without having to shout over the music in a very unladylike manner.

9pm – Firehouse
When I was told we were going to Firehouse I thought "Oooh, sounds like a cheeky little trendy number, I wonder who I’ll meet in there!" Boy was I wrong. Out of the whole evening this was the worst part of it for me. A cramped and overrated bar with rude bouncers and toilets that were hidden away in the long forgotten underground tunnels of Leeds. Not a place I want to be re-visiting really, but I suppose each to their own, someone who likes hiking might like it there maybe. The less said the better…….

10.15ish – Qube By this time I’m getting rather sozzled so I’m not quite sure my details are going to be accurate, my memory’s a bit hazy from here on in. From what I can remember Qube kind of reminded me of Weatherspoons in its layout and bar area. The people I met in there were also quite friendly (Hi Toastie Man and Burnley Boy!!), but they might have been humouring the drunken lady floundering around the bar. The only thing I found wrong with Qube was that, like every other bar ever licensed, the toilets are down a few flights of stairs. Why, Mr Bar Owner/Planning Man? Why do you do this to funky young chicks with stiletto’s, all we want to do is go to the loo with pride?!

11ish – Creation Okay, so were in Qube when suddenly a member of my party announces that if we don’t get to Creation like, now, then we’ll be stuck in a huge queue all night. So off we trot, (not far I don’t think, although the beer scooter might have given me a ride) only to find that the queue was already massive. At this point my heart sinks as I’m not sure when I’ll see another drink and I’m terrified of sobering up before I get home, we have to remember it’s Saturday night and it’s illegal to go home sober if you’re a young twenty-something. To my surprise (and relief), the queue goes down really quickly and before I know it I’m handing over £8 of my hard-earned student overdraft to a pleasant young (girl/man?) on the front of house.

Once I’m inside, I very delicately fall on top of a strangers table and knock everyone’s drinks off. On doing this, the thought, "I’m going to get beaten up big time for this" is running through my head, but as it turned out, the people sat at the table were more worried about my arse than their drinks. Oh well, I’m not complaining, at least I didn’t have to fork out for a round of whatever they were drinking. Reflecting on this, I think it’s safe to say that the crowd that hang out in Creation are one of a very friendly nature indeed. The only drawback that I encountered at Creation was the fact that I felt like I was in a tardis by the end of the night. Have you ever been in a strange club and lost everyone you know only to end up wandering up and down the stairs all night but still managing to end up in the same room every time? Well that’s exactly what happened to me at Creation. I assumed that because there were three rooms, there must be three floors, only to find out that there were only two, no wonder I was confused. Apart from my own drunken mishap, the music was varied and the club had a nice big dance floor to make a fool of yourself on. At the end of the night I went home covered in beer, with a sore arse and a fuzzy head, what a fantastic night!!" - Anita Clegg