Ziggy’s
(Technically Mansion, but no one will understand you when you call it so…)
York’s unofficial sports night, free for sports teams, or anyone else before ten: Ziggy’s will begin to form a part of your club routine taking a regular Wednesday night slot. Directly following a Kryptonite in Rumours or a treble vodka mixer in the Nags Head, having completed a sports team bar crawl or heavy pre-drink your Ziggy’s night will undoubtedly be unsophisticated, messy and ridiciously good fun. Whether you embrace your inner cheese on the top floor, have a chat on the middle floor or turn into Jay-Z on the bottom floor there is something for everyone and every stage of your drunkenness.
What you’ll see in your flashbacks: A hazy confusion of dark corridors, staircases and strange shaped rooms. Interupted by some half naked cave men or zoo animals.
The Ziggy’s-going girl: Focussed and controlled in the day, as soon as the sweat bands and the golfing gear goes on, the quietest girl turns into a bigger lad than the lads. Having been convinced that she could manage all the challenges without any adverse effects she will become a pro rapper to the r and b music on the bottom floor, and then into a swaying emotional Taylor Swift whilst singing along arms linked to the rest of the team on the top floor. The moves between floors come when she unsuspectingly allowed an innocent looking onesie-wearer to approach, before identifying him as the less innocent tank-top wearing army commander with a toy gun from last Wednesday.
The Ziggy’s-going boy: Arriving form their team social pre-drinks, wearing as little as possible our Ziggy’s boys are as competitive on their social as they are on the pitch. Having tried to ‘out-lad’ each other by drinking as much as possible before Ziggys, they will then move to trying to do the same by finding either the best, or the most, girls from the netball or cheerleading teams they can. They will puff out their chest to draw in their prey and scare off any competition by leaning against the wall or bar with an impressively tensed arm. They probably won’t last much past 1am before they leave with said girl, or end up stumbling home as no taxi will let them in, and a taxi wouldn’t be lad enough anyway.
Most embarrassing Ziggy’s memory: The beauty of Ziggy’s is that nothing is embarrassing. Noone will judge actions of a Ziggy’s night. You move everyone out the way so you can do the worm? Standard. You gag at just the smell of a jager bomb because you’ve completed a sports social bar crawl? Expected war wound. You end up getting carried away when S Club 7 comes on and then go home with the tiger you were doing the actions to? You’ll get many pittying smiles and understanding nods. It’s all fine, normal social rules do not apply when you go over the Ziggy’s threshold.
Strangest Ziggy’s memory: Having a chat with one of the American footballers, who then turned round and got naked with his friend in the middle of the room, posed for a picture and then got dressed again and carried on chatting with people.
Famous for: Containing the few attractive people in York in one place. And if you don’t agree you clearly didn’t complete all your drinking challenges. Messiest night of the week (bar any that end with Willow) and they tend to be quite early to avoid the paying, the queues, or not making it as far as the club.
Close points of interest: Rumours and The Nags Head are just up the street, and Chico’s take-away is just down it. It is across the river and so a bit of a mission to Willow but on a Ziggy’s night not many make it that far anyway.
A regular describes Ziggys in three words: “sweaty slut hut”
What to wear: The cheapest charity shop costume you could find, theme decided by your Ziggys team beforehand. Anything too attractive will end up being worn by someone else, or covered in sweat. No heels.
I had such a good track record for ugly, sweaty pussy there.