Seven rooms, six bars and 2000 horny, intoxicated, half-naked slappers. Plus a few of their mutton-dressed-as-lamb mothers. Sound like fun, or hellishly depressing and grim? Each room has its own 'unique theme and style' which amounts to one thumping, gyrating, drink-chugging mess. Choose your night of attack carefully: go on a Monday for students who, whatever the theme, come in Ann Summers costumes. Or hold out until later in the week for twitchers and funky house. Or save yourself the trouble and avoid this hellhole altogether.