Tokyo Thursdays is the end of your York nightclub stint. Congratulations if you made it this far. Containing only the very hard-core club-goers there is always a slight sense of relief when you enter: the week is almost over so it’s time to celebrate your success. Having spent the week doing some drunken bonding with everyone, you now get to see them having done themselves up to make sure that if tonight does kill them they will at least die looking hot. With a large pit posing as a dance floor in the middle, and numerous alcoves and smaller dance rooms, it is probably one of the most varied and interesting nights. Perfect for bumping into people you haven’t seen since this time week, and avoiding others. The only thing wrong with it is the lack of Sushi.
What you’ll see in your flashbacks: Sweat. Everywhere.
The Tokyo-going girl: Slightly panicked at having to remember what clothes are normally acceptable to go out in, she is then very relieved to find that she does not need to wobble far out the back of Rumours before she is in the Tokyo queue. Hitting the sweat pit she will try to bring out her incredible moves before realising that the only dancing there is space to do is a weird bobbing up and down with her hand in the air. She will get give up with this and move to the RandB room where she will turn into Rihanna-with-clothes-on for the night.
The Tokyo-going boy: Determined to be the ulitimate ‘lad’ and manage to go out after apparently recovering from Ziggys the night before, they are on the search for the girl that was dressed as a cavegirl the night before to see if she looks good in some proper clothes. He’s too hungover to be any more original in his aims than that. Having tried to blag his way in, assuring the bouncer he was definitely DJ ing that night, he will then proceed to the bottom of the various stages and platforms where there is a much better view of the girls that think they are pole dancers. Alternatively he will enter the sweat-pit (aka dance floor) to grind with some other hungover sports team members, or wonder around the edge of it trying to find an alcove to sneak off to for some late night snogging once he’s found his prey. Or just watching everyone else take part in a massive group work-out.
Most embarrassing Tokyo memory: Being provided with photographic evidence of my 80s aerobic ‘dancing’ at the front of the stage in front of a good few hundred people I was about to spend the next three years with.
Strangest Tokyo memory: Finding somewhere upstairs to actually have a nice conversation with someone in a York club.
Famous for: Being one of the sweatiest places you will experience during freshers. I imagine we will look like a large group of ‘Chris-Moyles-after-a-marathon-run’ imitators, all in matching freshers T-Shirts.
Close points of interest: You can get to it by walking straight through and out of the back of Rumours. Salt n’ Pepper and the bus stop are also just down the road.
A regular describes Tokyo in three words: ‘perfect-for-sharking’
What to wear: Any clean clothes you can find by this stage in the week.