Well, anyone who knows me will no doubt know that I do like a nice bit of alcohol now and then...Ok, ok, so I'm a complete and utter beer monster, what's wrong with that?

One of my hotspots on a Saturday night is Bar Magaluf or Magaluffs as we call it.
Me and a group of friends went there on Saturday night as a change to our usual scene.

Magaluffs is situated at 41 Morley Street and is surrounded by take-a-ways and curry shops.
It is a little out of the way for a nightclub, totally separated from the mainstream nightlife.

Anyway, we arrived at this so-called Bar Magaluf at about 11pm having never been there before.
One of my friends, (Mark) didn't even want to go into the place.

"Nah F**K this man, look at the state of it I'm not going in there" He raved.

At first glance it did look a little daunting, small, dingy and set back well out of sight. You wouldn't even know it was there if it wasn't for the blue neon sign at the edge of the road.

Anyway we managed to stop Mark from sniveling and got him through the front door.
The bouncers or doormen if you will, were very laid back and polite but there was a distinct lack of noise coming from inside.

"Three quid please mate" said this tiny man from behind the counter.

This guy was small I'd say about 5ft 1 and he looked like a character out the old Dukes of Hazard TV show, handlebar moustache an all.
So we paid in and headed around the corner for the bar.
SHOCK! HORROR! Where had we ended up? The place was absolutely empty.
Quickly, I ran back round the corner to confront the doorman.

"Here mate, does it like, ever fill up in here or what?" I said

"Yeah bud, give it half an hour and the place will be heaving"

Yeah, right, and I'm sure it's going to fill up in the space of half an hour. I politely thanked him and went to
join my mates at the bar.

There I got a real fright, the woman serving was taller than me, well, almost lol.
She was about 6ft 4 and owned the most aerodynamic nose that I have ever seen. I mean, it was absolutely huge, it was longer than my.....(ahem).

I ordered a bottle of Budweiser and stood there grinning because I just couldn't help but think that this was the before mentioned Dukes of Hazard clones wife.
The thought was more than amusing lol.

"That'll be a pound please". Said the huge woman.

"Excuse me?" I replied in total surprise

"A pound please" She said again and how I managed to stop myself jumping up and down with glee I still don't know.

One pound for a bottle of Budweiser in a nightclub? Wahey! Who needs to cop off with a bird when you have this?

As it turned out every single drink was the same price £1 yes this isn't a spelling mistake £1 (with the exception of WKD blue and Smirnoff Ice a quid thirty)

Bottles of Bud, VK, Stella Artois, Shots of red and blue Aftershock, Cointreau, Whiskey, Brandy, Pints of lager bitter or cider, all just a quid.

The place itself was quite small and very grubby looking and the bar is tiny.
There is a small L shaped dance floor and there is a stairway leading to an upstairs dance floor (Heavy metal tunes an all).
There is also a tiny pool room downstairs if you fancy that sort of thing.

We sat down with our beers and waited to see if this place really did fill up like the doorman said.
I can say this much, he wasn't lying lol.

Within minutes of us taking our seats the tidal wave of people totally flooded the place, I have never seen a room fill up so quickly.
From being of the first couple of punters in there we were now totally obscure.

The DJ played a very mixed bag of music from dance versions of Will Young's dire tune Evergreen (whi
ch does sound almost listen-able when properly remixed) to the latest hard house and techno tunes.

There was a set of toilets downstairs and a set of toilets up, the downstairs ones though were cool, although smelly and very used looking the ladies and gents were totally opposite each other and the ladies door was broke (Heh heh).
I felt like something out of the Exorcist, trying to empty my maggot and keep me head twisted round enough to check out the ladies bogs.
OoOoOoOH! Black leather thongs...baby..lol

Anyway enough of that, there were two bandit machines near the entrance both of which are turned up to F**K...On one of them you complete the line, get onto the winning board and then once you actually win something, it wont let you collect your prize.
This is annoying especially when you win the Jackpot and can't collect it.

The second one one is just crap and it takes you about twenty pound coins to even light up the board.

Bar Magaluf is probably the easiest place in the world to treat yourself to right good snog, something which I myself quite enjoy lol.
The place is open from 9pm to 3am in the morning and although it is bit of a S***hole, it is a very cheap and most enjoyable night out (unless your old and boring)
The prices for the beer remain the same all week and all weekend.
You just can't go wrong.

To be honest, I enjoyed myself more in here than I have in recent times in some of the larger, more up market nightclubs in Bradford.
If you are ever in Bradford for a night out then I would definitely recommend it.

Thanks for the read.

DEANO!