Clubland's spirit of silliness foils guitar geeks

This spirit of silliness is perhaps best showcased, though, at the all-back-to-mine after-party. A few weekends ago, in time-honoured tradition, myself and two mates jumped in a fleet of taxis from The End club with a bunch of people we'd just met, heading to a flat in King's Cross.

Unfortunately, what happened next was a classic example of a trend I've noticed cropping up with alarming regularity: the post-club party guitar nerd. Blame it on the rise of guitar music or on the cost of Technics decks, but these days, more and more late-night house parties boast their own wandering minstrel with a fake Fender.

And they usually sit next to me. He was at least smart enough to stick to songs that were so well-known that even when he played them we sometimes recognised them. What happened next was a classic example of clubbers' daftness superseding po-faced indie interests.

Someone took the guitar off him and pumped up the tunes. Someone else produced a game of Twister and everyone piled in to play it, and a girl walked in with kitchen foil wrapped round her head saying: "I seem to have something wrong with my face." Daftness reigned once more. This spirit of silliness can be found at several clubs this weekend, from Friday's trashy electro pop Circus hoedown at the Soho Revue Bar with its go-go dancing clowns, to clubbers wearing rubber rings and swimming outfits at Redlight at Aquarium - the club with the swimming pool - that kicks off at 4am Sunday.

Meanwhile, the Arabian-themed naughtiness of Sheik Ya Harem (Sat, 8pm-3am, throbbing.info), aboard the Golden Flame boat at Temple Pier promises strip poker, games of giant Twister, plus the excellent Throb Tag Team DJs.

Clubbing is not an academic exercise. It's supposed to be funny and fun. So go off and have a super, and very silly, weekend.

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