With Ground Zero history the Underground club has emerged as the top cattle market in town, and heaves with crowds of zitty boys, faces stinging from cheap, knockoff aftershave. The testosterone level goes off the page here, as lads swagger and sway in drunken competition for the sunbed fried tart of their dreams. Great for beer monsters and a good laugh, all complimented by a design that might have looked futuristic twenty years back.

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• Patrick 17 September 2008
  The management stole my camera and jacket! They then laughed when i tried to get it back.