"Nightclubs are hell."

The Smiths' "How Soon Is Now?" as reinterpreted by The Guardian's Charlie Brooker:

Clubs are despicable. Cramped, overpriced furnaces with sticky walls and the latest idiot theme tunes thumping through the humid air so loud you can't hold a conversation, just bellow inanities at megaphone-level. And since the smoking ban, the masking aroma of cigarette smoke has been replaced by the overbearing stench of crotch sweat and hair wax.

Yeah...