Guess who’s back. Back again. Clubhouse is back. Tell a Friend. And indeed much like the real Slim Shady, things have felt so empty without it. There is now a venue to retreat to on the weekend in the valley that doesn’t involve strobe lights, synthetic hair extensions and Ke$ha. No longer will those who enjoy a cheap beverage and a rhythmic swagger be forced to drink at Rics because that’s the only venue that doesn’t play club bangers and even then, god only knows what is going on upstairs – it’s like a scene from Neighbours when they try and portray what a ‘nightclub’ is like. 

We are keen. So keen I’m flying up from Melbourne for it. Yep, that keen. The new Clubhouse will now reside at downstairs Tempo (diagonal from Zuri) and will officially open this weekend. Time to put your party robe on and swing from a chandelier.Dang Diddy beat you to it. Hate it when that happens.

So, in summary, start preparing your kidneys for some prolonged abuse because you now have a place to dance, drink, smoke, sweat, make out, make regrets, make love, make memories, take your shirt off and scream at the top of your lungs ‘I fucking love this song,’ every weekend until the dream ends.See you Clubhouse Cats there.